He thought for a long while sitting there, and realized he wasnt trained to speak, and embelish. He was taught to do something, to act. To Evolve his feelings into something greater than words. So he stood and walked up to the desk, drawing a Knife.
He stood and stared at her. He knew no more words, no other flowery remarks about the corruption, and hate, and greed that had plagued his life. So he made a pact to himself, in his own mind as he did what he needed to do.
He took the knife, and slashed his palm open, he closed his fist and let the blood pool and drip.
"You want Simple terms. You want to know things, and have them explained to you. If my lack of words is wrong then kill me. If I am not Coalition now, I will become coalition. I will either live as one of my bretheren, my comrades... Or die, to that bullet chambered under that desk.. in that holster that I heard."
He pressed his bloody hand onto the desk, and painted the Symbol of the Coalition. The symbol of the one place he belonged.
" My pact has been made to the coalition. Whether you accept me alive, or in death." He finished the symbol by stamping his hand on the Icon. Dead-center, each fingerprint depicted.
"....I will not...leave... In a body bag."