"No dirt." He laughs, but there's no humor in his face.
"Provoking the leaders of a known militant revolutionary cult. Stockpiling and providing weapons for a system-wide war - publicly."
He takes a few steps away from the wall, staring around the alley as though it's full of rapt spectators and he needs to make eye contact with every one.
"Maybe public, my friends, is the problem. Public doesn't see what's staring it in the face. Not that all of it is public. Not mentioning his various associations with mercenary figures and other illegal... illicit... ill-advised... activities."
He's very close to Carson now, but not looking at him directly.
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"No dirt." He laughs, but there's no humor in his face.
"Provoking the leaders of a known militant revolutionary cult. Stockpiling and providing weapons for a system-wide war - publicly."
He takes a few steps away from the wall, staring around the alley as though it's full of rapt spectators and he needs to make eye contact with every one.
"Maybe public, my friends, is the problem. Public doesn't see what's staring it in the face. Not that all of it is public. Not mentioning his various associations with mercenary figures and other illegal... illicit... ill-advised... activities."
He's very close to Carson now, but not looking at him directly.