He accepts this statement with a nod at the same time that he doubts it, and as the pair of them walk, Erik with his hands in his pockets and his eyes on the approaching stone, the absurdity of it strikes him. It's funny, being caught in a place between fatalism and single-mindedness. Strange to be mindful of futility and opportunity, both.

He kicks the pebble into the street.

"Whatever we settle on, we'll need to be careful about it. If the Militia perceives this undertaking as a threat, they will not hesitate to come down on it, on us, like a hammer. And they'll do it with no warning." Trust him to be ready for a fight at all times.