Leah pursed her lips in what was almost a sympathetic gesture. The promise didn't need to be put to voice; she'd heard similar stories before. Dying loved ones demanding that those they love should go on living without them. It wasn't a fair compromise, and for that Leah didn't envy the circumstances Evan had to contend with upon his wife's death. Nor did she bother to comment on it, because anything she said wouldn't be welcome. When she realized that she actually cared if she hurt Evan in that way, it made her blink several times in surprise.
"If we want to start showing them they can't control us, first we'll have to do something about keeping our families out of their reach. I refuse to have them be held responsible for my actions," Leah remarked, unknowingly putting voice to Evan's thought process.
Her own thoughts went back to the conversation she'd had with Brandon over setting up base points, or alternate safe havens, to seek shelter in. "Ellis Island would make for a secure location. Let the government keep that island inhabited by Lady Liberty," she said the name with scorn, as if it were something offensive. Which it was, considering what the people in charge were doing to what was left of the country. "I'm partial to the Sing-Sing prison, myself. Highly defensible. Strong promise of safety. Plenty of space." She held off mentioning Brandon's suggestion of the zoo, mainly because it was her least favorite option of the three they'd discussed, and also because her brother had already claimed that as the potential base he wanted to take charge of, and she didn't want Evan making his claim on it.
"Someone will have to keep an eye on him at all times," Leah said of Holloway and his potential for making things go badly for them. She wouldn't suggest that she uproot her family and move them to Grand Central to keep better tabs on the project. No, she wasn't ready for that, and more than likely, Evan wasn't either. There was still the little matter of the pair of them not being overly fond of one another's company. Pitting them together in the same building for too long a time was a step Leah wasn't ready to take yet.
When Evan made a jibe about how much faith she had in his self-control, the woman lifted an eyebrow and said without irony, "You might be surprised." Of the two of them, Evan was more likely to regain his composure if things got overheated. Both of them were fueled by anger. Evan was just slightly better at reining in his temper. "I look forward to handling things my way." Definitely wouldn't be gentle. A twisted smile crossed her lips at the thought.
Training his sister. Leah nodded. It wasn't a bad idea, really, but she knew it probably wasn't an easy decision for him to make. Just the implication that she may soon have to train her sisters was almost enough to make her balk at the idea of a rebellion. It had to be done, though. As Evan had said: it was time. Time for a change. Inciting a rebellion was never easy. Dangerous was a more fitting word for it. Yeah, they definitely needed a place to hide their families away.
"It's better that she learn before the shit really hits the fan," she said. The few brief conversations she'd had with Evan's younger sister had gone far better than recent conversations Leah had had with Kori. George had a level head on her shoulders, from what she could tell. It also helped that she wasn't an asshole like her oldest brother.
"Guess that means I should start training my sisters." A pause. "Actually, no, I think I'll leave that to Brandon. He's better at the whole training thing, and I really don't trust Kori with a gun, especially if I'm around." Leah gave a bitter laugh. She didn't really think her little sister would shoot her, but their conversations were curt and civil at best.
Evan asked if Brandon was accompanying them on the sewer venture, and Leah nodded. "Yeah. Never does any good trying to talk him out of stuff like that. Besides, you need all the help you can get, Marchand."