Will knew exactly what she meant. "It's not the same, is it?" he said. His gaze drifted back to the photo above the bar. An ordinary bloke, hard-working probably, who'd lost everything to the greed of a bank that probably wouldn't even remember him now if he smacked 'em in the face. Who'd leeched so many people of their savings and property that they'd never so much as notice this one missing from the hoard. "Back then... we made 'em feel it. What it's like to be that bloody powerless, someone bigger and stronger breathing down on you and saying it's time to pay up. They knew why, even if they thought we was just bastards for it. These days they've got so big they mightn't even know when they've been fleeced."