She takes a long drag off her cigarette. "The fact that you're agreein' with me, that we need our own network, is damnin' to all of us, Alpha. Means we don't trust our chain of command. And that ain't right." It means he already believes everything she's said is a problem. It just depends on if he's got the gumption to do something about it, or if he's going to let himself get paralyzed by the enormity of it.

Well, appealing is definitely a start.

"We got to play it smart, when it goes down. That's why we need to make it fast and absolute. Then we do it in the public eye. Make it so if there's blood to be spilled, it's their decision to do it. Make it so there's enough evidence off the network that they can't just hit the delete key and roll us back. It's gonna take plannin', and figurin', and no small amount of strategy, cause strategy ain't just guns versus guns, son. It's the whole deal. Now, I think we got this. I think with you on board, chances of victory go up by a lot." She looks at him. "Somethin's gotta give. Sooner or later. Sooner, and we can make it a controlled burn. Later, and..."

And the riots again, but beyond the scope of imagining.

"I'm just an old war horse, Alpha. You had your head, you had a free army, what would ya do with it?"