Murph looked up, releasing the slide of the Glock 17, and throws the toothpick he was using to scrape solid grease from small corners onto the floor.
"Freedom. The one thing we never had. We'll have food, shelter, and our voices heard."
He gets up and holsters his G17.
"It's the only reason we should bother to exist, to dismantle a corrupt government. Make everyone have equal opportunity, not by just being born into it."
Murph walks away, head hung low.