Having been with the Alliance for years now he was no stranger to their nature and by extension his own. The chief problem with a cause based around collective understanding but valuing an extreme degree of independence was the rampant disagreement. And unless he sought to rip everything out by the roots and start over, there was no changing the basic nature of the people in this cause. Guidance could be provided and people could be steered towards goals, but they'd always choose their own means to achieve said ends. "The reason the Alliance is the way it is, is because for decades upon decades now it's had no clear direction, sense of purpose or even a single goal in mind. It was just a collection of pilots collectively sharing resources and reporting to one Commander. It's grown tremendously since then, but people who still remember those early days for what they were haven't changed with the times. I'm sure change is frightening to them, and it sure doesn't help that I've been making lots of changes." There was an intangible quality to the tone behind his answer which made it seem like he already had a solution to this in mind, but that it must have been obvious enough to avoid mentioning.
The sudden shift in conversation caught him off-guard somewhat, but he managed to keep pace and even seemed amused by the angle she'd chosen. "I didn't feel inspired enough to do any of that recently. Maybe I'll have a reason to once I'm out of here and we're making headway again." For all his faults and depravity, he had a remarkable resolve for weathering uncertainty and inspiring loyalty. Even now and in his current condition, he was still capable of oozing confidence and trying to motivate himself. Of course, there'd been a catalyst in this case who was still in the room with him.
