[It shouldn't come as a surprise, and still it does. He should've figured out Helix's issues with authority a long time ago, but this isn't back home, the Defense Force here is nothing like the corrupted Police Force back home.
This isn't Jethro's minions.
He listens quietly, letting a bit of silence stretch out once Helic is done, filling it with the mechanical task of setting the still half-full bowl down on the coffee table. He sits back in the couch, legs drawn up towards his chest, seemingly contemplating this rant before finally responding.]
I've talked to a few of 'em too. [Softly. Almost a little hurt. In his experience the Defense Force stands for everything he believes in, more than anything ever did back home.]