Rodeo knows that there are people who would object to the things he's done in this city. But those people don't understand that everything he's been doing, everything he has done hasn't been for the sake of mayhem and violence. It's hard to realize that when looking at the Hellhounds through the narrow lens of the Capitol, where they are cast as insurgents and terrorists instead of enemy combatants. Because, in the end, that is the truth that he believes Nina may be able to take away from this meeting here. Their actions are acts of resistance, perhaps even acts of war but not of greed or nihilism. Maybe that is the worst of all of the Mayor's crimes-- he sends his police and patrolmen into the battlefield that the streets have become, without them ever realizing that they are soldiers fighting in a war to maintain his dictatorship over the city. At least his crew understand that at the heart of every act of aggression is a desire for victory over tyranny. What do those patrolmen believe they are fighting for? Would they be pointing their guns the same way if they knew the truth?
Rodeo reaches for one of the chairs around a table in the room they've been given, pulling it out and gesturing for Nina to sit. "To the people," he says, simply. "It ain't about convincing the bureaucrats or the lawyers or the lawmen. Nothin' we talk about here would get very far in that shitshow excuse for a courtroom they got downtown. We gotta make our case in the court of popular opinion. We gotta make our case to every single person in this city, 'cause this is about them. You know, mama, the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearnin' to breathe free. That's who deserves to know the truth about the man made himself emperor of the apocalypse out here. That's who's gonna have to rise up and say they won't be ruled."