"Your place is what we decide it is," Vicenta barked, slamming her hands on the table. "Do not presume to tell us your place! What can you give to the Coalition? Why should we choose you over the hundreds of other pathetic fools who strut in here? You say that do not think you are more privileged than others based on your descent alone. Why DO you think you are more privileged than others? Eh? Answer me!"