"Those you call 'professionals'..." he mused softly. "Do you consider them worthy of such a task? The war rages around us, Voile, and left in the hands of those in power, it will continue to do so. In power, such an...errant term. They are nothing of the sort compared to that mob..."

His eyes unfocused for a moment before coming into sharp clarity at her. "Contrary to what you may believe, my sense of self-preservation is quite strong. However, there comes a time where we must act personally or we, in our inaction, are as much to blame as those who would instigate violence. Money may aid the victims, but there will only be more and more unless this is cut off at the base. One does not merely bandage a gangrenous limb. It must be severed, or the body will die. And I will not see this land perish."

Not like that, anyway.