"I unleashed the Mongolian today..." Katz's eyes flicked away. "There are those that believe he is the last surviving Sol Coalition Pilot... others think him nothing but a demented psychopath... and still others believe him to be nothing but a myth... it is something I am going to regret, I know... but the times we live in, John, they're changing all of us."
He half closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair. "What the hell happened to us? I remember being idealistic, and had faith in the universe at large... now I am what, exactly?" he shook his head.
He drew quiet for a minute, introspective.
"Baffin is safe, Freeport One is safe, my men are close by and they are winning as many engagements as they can, against superior numbers and firepower... there are good Coalition men and women dying there so that the Zoners can preserve the ideals that make them what they are..." he coughed. "I am not sending them to die for no reason. Your a man of peace, John... make peace here. We will fight with you, but you will find a way... No Capitulation... they may take your space, they may take your lives... but don't let them take away that which makes you who you are... don't let them rob you of your ideals."