1. I knew about about the Brotherhood long before I knew what they really did. It was this glorious group of champions, fighting for our freedom. Secret. Out of reach. I wanted to be good enough to join them, and once I did I wanted I realized how stupid I'd been. I still tried to fool myself that we were doing good though. For so long. I needed to believe what we were doing was helping.
2. Every mission had risks. And every team had an acceptable loss. I was put in charge a lot, but I knew more often than not I was the acceptable loss. No one could really say it, but at the end of the day I wasn't that important to the success of the Brotherhood.
3. Most people on the Brotherhood were my friends. People I'd grown up with. They weren't good or bad. They weren't cackling villains. They were people. I feel like a lot of people forget that.
4. I don't know that the Brotherhood has any real idea what they would do if they reached their goals. I know I didn't. It was a hopeless cause, and an unending war.
5. Sometimes...I think the idea of the Brotherhood isn't entirely wrong, just their methods.