"<em>Very</em>liberal through and through." Marcus smirked to himself, totally unsurprised by everything she'd said, almost as if he had read his dossier on her after all, "Don't worry, I don't think that's a bad thing necessarily. The world needs all types to go 'round. I've never really told you my political philosophy before, have I...? Don't worry, I'll keep it brief."<br/><br/>"Right now, there are a large number of laws on the books. Some of them are good, some of them are bad. And liberals and conservatives? We all must play our part." For him, their role was practically religious. There was a sacrosanct feeling to his philosophy, as if things ended up exactly as they were intended to be when everyone acted according to their own moral compass, "Every aspect of our society must be represented. Going to congress is like doing battle... You fight for the interests you represent and make sure their concerns are adequately heard. Liberals hate us because we speak for business and the rich, but someone has to. Just as someone has to speak for immigrants and the poor..."<br/><br/>"I go in swinging for my people and take for them what I can, just as, well... Bernie Sanders does for his constituency. Everyone gets a piece of the pie that varies with time. And now, is a hard time to be a Republican." Neither person sitting at the dinner table in a large, empty room could bring a smile to their face. Work was hard, and doubly unrewarding for her no doubt, "Even more so when you're not really one, I bet."<br/><br/>"This is really personal, and kind of a depressing question, but I have to ask despite how much of a downer it is... Is it hard to get yourself out of the bed some days to work for a candidate you don't really approve of?" Every now and then he was perceptive. Every now and then he picked up on other people's vulnerabilities, "If so... I am sorry, honestly, I am. The least I can do is promise you that there's a good reference in it for you at the end of the road."