[ The outburst, the exchange, are both viewed with the flat patience that is by now familiar as exasperation. When Byerly's laughter has quieted sufficiently to speak over without raising her voice, she does. ]

I don't need them to trust me with their hopes and dreams. I need them to trust that defeating Corypheus is my singular objective. It is a clear and simple point of agreement. If we begin to complicate that by trying to support their other goals, those goals will inevitably conflict. We will be seen as taking sides, playing favorites. It will encourage them to politick for our favor. Then we will lose trust, and we will lose members.