War - For The Planet Of The Apes

The rain fell harder. The world held its breath.

Maurice, the wise orangutan, placed a heavy hand on Caesar’s shoulder. War for the Planet of the Apes

“Then I will give him war,” he said. “But not his war. Mine.” The rain fell harder

Caesar stopped at the edge of a cliff. Below, the river churned, gray and swollen. On the far bank, a column of black smoke rose from a burned-out Ape stronghold. His ears, still sharp despite the tinnitus of a thousand gunfights, caught the distant chatter of human voices. Laughter. They were laughing. “Then I will give him war,” he said

Caesar had cut him down with his own hands. He had not wept. Ape leaders do not weep where others can see. But when he looked up at the stars through the canopy, he made a vow that silenced the wind.