"Oh, certainly." Killian didn't think there was anything wrong with boosting morale - it had to happen, after all, or else everyone would shrivel up and become useless swamp pits of nothingness. He wasn't exactly the 'hope is a beautiful thing!' type, but he recognized that giving up entirely wouldn't be doing anyone favors at all. "Everyone's got something to bring to the table," he said, lifting the bottle to take another pull from it, tongue running across his lower lip to catch the excess redness.
But the group mentality was difficult - in addition, with so many authoritative personalities, you ran the risk of too many cooks in the kitchen. "There's also the problem that we're all so reliant on the town," he explained, or attempted to. "What I mean is, we're using its resources to live as best we can - we're not growing our own food or putting up our own buildings. If we did more of that, figured out a way, it might help bring people together." Right now the common theme was 'no one wants to be here, so fuck this place.'
"There's also the unfortunate truth that many people are afraid to make what they see as improvements. Given that the town's already infested with ghosts - step wrong and it could lead to very bad things."