You behold in me those beatitudes of Christ which make up the gospel, and you ask me if I accept it.
But I accept that, Gabriel.
You behold me gentle, a peacemaker, pure of heart, a mourner, hungering, thirsting, bearing persecutions and hatreds for righteousness' sake, and do you doubt whether I accept the gospel..
Alright, I accept responsibility for killing your horse, but it was an accident.
Mison, I accept your prisoner exchange and will release your men on the moon nearest to Qatwal.