Whatever it takes. Glasya nodded. The hook was set; all that remained was to reel his quarry in.
"The Naboo mean to help, but their methods foster weakness and dependence. I can't say for certain that this is their design, but I'm inclined to believe it is. Give desperate people money, housing, clothing, a foothold in a world they do not yet understand..." He shrugged, and shook his head. "Gratitude is a tighter chain than any tangible bond could be.
"I like what I sense in you, Bellamy. So I will offer you something far better than what you've found here, and for an honest price. You have power. I can show you how to use it, how to grow it into strength you cannot yet imagine. Clarke, Raven, your sister... anyone under your protection will have a chance not just to survive, but to thrive. Away from this squalor." He gestured to the room around them. "You could give them far more than this. I believe you all deserve that. And in return for teaching you these methods, I ask only for your support when it is called upon."