"People are starting to think the government's not always right all the time," Terrence said, watching her intently for a reaction. It felt strange, almost accidentally intimidating to be standing up while he told her this, while she was on the ground. "That things might be wrong. And they're attacking, the way they attacked me on Saturday."
This was at least somewhat accurate; he wasn't sure what the full scope of the situation was, but he was aware that it was getting worse. Perhaps the fucking potion was actually wearing off without anyone doing anything about it. That would be utterly brilliant. "I've got to keep myself safe, obviously. And I want you to be able to do the same."