He'd been expecting the question, but he hadn't yet had the time to summarise everything and present it in a way that was easier to swallow.
"I met with the Resistance," he started. John Preston was man of few words. If Errol was expecting something more than brief, he wouldn't get it from this man.
"We killed Father and blew up Prozium factories and distribution centres." John hadn't hesitated before he pulled the trigger - with a gun in his hand, he was an unrelenting killer - but reflecting on it now, murder was still murder even if killing DuPont had been the right thing to do.
"Libria is... quite chaotic right now, I would think." All that they'd worked for, that dull mindnumbing and yet safe lull of peace - undone.