"Leo, you are not the Messiah."
"You can't save the whole world."
"Your duty, your legitimacy, comes from the mandate of the three hundred thousand citizens of Pittsburgh. They gave you this power to protect them, not for you to take their money and play the saint."
"If the Mutual Aid Alliance goes bankrupt and Pittsburgh's pharmacies are empty, what will your citizens do to you?"
"They will tear you to pieces."
"That is politics."
Roosevelt's voice became as hard as iron.
"Politics is the art of allocating resources, and resources are always scarce."
"You must make a choice."
"Do you want to be a bleeding heart who moves outsiders, only to watch your own city collapse?"
"Or do you want to be a cold Night Watcher, guard this wall, and let the people inside survive?"
Leo turned back to face Joe Miller.
The expression on Leo's face had completely vanished.
Sympathy and hesitation were replaced by a cold mask called responsibility.
"Joe."
Leo began to speak.
