[Gods have mercy - or don't, in fact, for it would be immensely satisfying to watch them smite this psychopath. Liam nods as though he were accepting sage advice, catching his expression from slipping into anger for the sake of maintaining this charade. What does one even say to someone so far gone? Fortunately, Liam is given an out.]

I like what I do. But it's not power I'm after. [He tells himself this, as though his hunger to prove himself a better leader than the oligarchs who built the universe hasn't smoldered in his stomach for thirty years.]

I'm a revolutionary. I want to set history on the right course. [Liam thinks he knows Dennis' type - if he's going to get anything else, he'll have to concede on one thing:] I admit that it can... [For just an instant, he's able to conjure his envy of someone who enjoyed making sacrifices] lack satisfaction. At least, compared to what you seem to get out of your work.