"This isn't sympathy," Brandon said, unwilling to accept her indignation. He hadn't had or offer her his friendliness, or his advice. But he had. "This is an outside point of view from someone who's doing you a damn favor by being here right now, so I'd appreciate if you didn't try to wave me off like what I'm saying is unimportant."
He chuckled when she called it different. "Believe it or not, it's not that fucking different here. You've got to be willing to kiss the guards' asses to get there but they have their posses every-fucking-where." He shrugged. That wasn't what he'd wanted to say. "Naivety is really unsafe in a world like this," he said simply. It wasn't meant as chastisement, but it had probably come out that way.
"You're asking me to put a lot of trust in you here," Brandon started, scratching his head as he looked her over. "Least you could do in return is put some trust in me and tell your brother. Maybe he won't let it be, but maybe there's a middle ground." He wasn't going to offer out information about the rebellion, because whether or not she was there for altruistic reasons, Brandon still didn't trust her. He expected the same vagueness from his cohorts, too, at least until they had a solid plan in place to keep her safe. "A good brother wouldn't let that shit be, but there's got to be a middle ground. A third option."
Shrugging one shoulder he nodded his head once. "I'll do what I can, but it's like I said. You're overestimating my pull. My sister's got her own mind and it's a pretty fucking stubborn one." That was where Brandon had gotten it from, after all. "I'll do what I can, though. Honest."