Sighing in irritation he pulled her back up tired of this crap, "Look sister, people depend on you, you can't act like a little kid when things don't go your own way, we're about to try defend against impossible odds, we need our leader, not this pathetic girl, who just wants love and peace. Where the fuck is your guts?" he knew what he was doing, he was forcing her anger up, what had got her the name the Wolf by the propaganda committee of the country, the nation. He was trying to bring forth that anger, so they would stand a chance.<br/><br/>He would then add, "My sister has guts, she has passion and fury, you led us here, you united us, and you're going to let a fucking journalist get you into this state. Maybe the President has nothing to fear, maybe it was just bluster, maybe Trevor was right when he called you a 'stillborn whore' maybe everyone else was right. You are telling me you can't get up on your two feet and unite us, actually lead us to victory. Then go fuck Paul, let us all die, at least you get pleasure out of it. I would rather die fucking them up as much as possible."<br/><br/>With that he ended his tirade, hoping desperately hoping his tirade would bring forth what he wanted.