Hmm. And she would know her own sister. That was the thing about Revolutions though. Their leaders didn't always make it through to the end. Robespierre, Lenin, Benedict Arnold... He wasn't going to say it explicitly, but he was taking her words to heart tucking them away for later. For just in case. He wasn't an assassin, wouldn't consider himself disloyal, but if this revolution got out of control, he wouldn't hesitate to pluck the thorn out of the festering wound. "I won't let that happen," was all he said, quietly, calmly, but with absolute certainty.
Mircea rolled his eyes at that. While he could see her point, it assumed no one had free will to make their own decisions. He wasn't making anyone drink any Kool-aid, and neither was anyone else at the moment. If that started to happen, he'd have a thing or two to say or do about that as well. "No one is being brainwashed here. This isn't a cult."
Her words hit him in the gut--a sucker punch that he should have seen coming after the way this conversation had turned, but still somehow came as surprise. There was a dark, firm line cut between them now. Too bad, since he kind of liked seeing her this passionate even if it was all stubbornness and not seeing beyond today. He sucked his teeth then ran his tongue along them--an annoyed sort of gesture. "Fine. Thank you for allowing me this one night of research." He knew exactly what he was doing. She could doubt him all she liked, but he wasn't letting this get out of hand. It was what he was here for.