"Their leader?" That was a shock. It didn't seem right. It didn't seem like the Betty she'd been getting to know. People leading Camelot weren't supposed to be fun women with lives she understood and who didn't mind a little trouble. They were supposed to be arrogant rich boys she could shoot at as they got out of their limos without a hint of guilt because they used people and discarded them, because they didn't understand and they never would.
"You don't have to. They don't deserve you. They're wrong! They're wrong about us. They're wrong about everything." She was trying to convince herself as much as the other woman. This had all gotten out of control, to the point where it was just a matter of choosing the lesser of evils. She'd never been sure that CORE was on the side of the angels. They did awful things and some of the people on their side were awful people. They only did what they had to do though. If there was one thing, in all of that, that Sam had always been certain of, it was that Camelot was the enemy. That was the one thing that justified everything else.