Van said this to me across a Hellsborough bar after a brutal day in the off-world, and it strengthened my resolve, despite itself:
"These quacker mards don't deserve a moment more of your time. You're trying to take them forwards, to improve their lives, and all they give scratcher turd about is protecting their own arses."
"Loyalty?" I managed.
"Those rooter licking critter-mards don't give a grizzler's jiz about your loyalty. You have a lot to learn, young one."
