"Don't even try, dude," said the lieutenant.  "My wife was raped and murdered by the furs last month."  His voice twisted with anguish and he fell silent.<br/><br/>Lentan came back: "Wait just a minute, Mark.  Just one fucking minute.  Do you honestly think I have a choice?  When the Bitch gets to you, she won't leave anything behind to identify.  She will rip out your wet guts and shred them just for fun, then swallow the rest of you for dessert.  Not only that, but every last one of those people you're living with will suffer.  They will all suffer and die.  She won't care how much you know.<br/><br/>"And don't even try to make me think you don't know anything!  I offered you a position with us, remember?  Back when I thought you weren't a pansy-ass shit.  Back when I thought you really did want freedom.  Then you lost your spine.<br/><br/>"This is open war, Mark.  If you support human freedom, you're an enemy of the state.  Which means you're fair game.  Your little outfit is within Resistance territory, so it's our property.  And we protect our own.  My men are there to protect you, because unlike the furs, we don't attack civilians.  We're going to fend off whatever the Bitch sends your way.  And THEN we're going to leave, and it would be best if you did, too.  Right now, just stay out of my way like a good little pansy.  You got anything else to say?"