"That is not what you just said - the endgame is you revealing yourself. Is it or isn't it?" Alistair said, rounding back at the touch on her shoulder. His tone was sharp and frustrated - stress had snapped him.
"Who do you think you'll be revealing yourself to? God, what the hell do you want Katherine? You wanna be a martyr? President? Traitor? WHAT THE HELL? Give me a god damn direction to go in! You want a plan - I will give you a plan - just give me a god damn direction!"