Baelfire: But if the law says I'm to fight, I--I can fight.
Rumplestiltskin: No, no, that's--the law doesn't want you to fight, son, the law wants you to die. That's not battle, that's... a sacrifice, son. Look at that red in the sky. That's not the fires of the battlefields. That's the blood of our people, son. The blood of children. The blood of children like you.