Rodeo nods. He knows she's right. He knows the blood they were spilling would only bleed them dry in the end, maybe he always did. But before Adelaide found him, he had charged head-on towards the inevitable crash. His goal had been anarchy, chaos, war for fighting's sake. No tomorrow was just fine by him. Not anymore, not with Adelaide, not with her baby boy. His focus is sharpened, everything about him more intent and driven than it's ever been. He'll do anything to make this work.
"They ain't makin' it easy. I think Ollie can smell it comin'. Us revealin' our truths, turnin' the flock on him. With LBJ alignin' themselves with us, he's sweatin'. He's lookin' to make sure blood follows us wherever we go. He gave them cats weapons, you know that? Big guns, Humvees, RPGs. Them fuckin' Praxed-up psychos been runnin' 'round, choppin' off our heads and shootin' us down. And not just us, neither. Today they nearly got to them two scouts, would have if they didn't get a message to me. Now he's got us at war with the goddamn cartel, makin' sure this city only ever sees us showin' our teeth. I mean to pull back the violence, I really do. But we're gonna have to push these cats out first. 'N with them goes the drugs. I reckon maybe drivin' that shit out this city for good, destroying all of it we got, maybe it'll show folks what we're really made of. Show 'em we mean to do right by the harm we done."