She growled pointing the end of her shotgun at the spider again.
"You are going to blame the actions of a few on the many thousands of individuals living here? How selfish are you to do that. Do you not think there are people in that bank who have saved their lives away because there is no other option? Those who didn't need to steal bread until your band of hooligans tipped it over. Now the thousands who used that bank will suffer for your revenge on the one percent of those who used it for evil means."
She shook her head sadly. "I am one of many. Sure small outburst will be stifled, but when the entire machine bucks under the weight of it's oppression, as one, there is nothing that can stand in her way. Anarchy and chaos in this time will only break down the system until all will suffer. I will not sit idly by when those who have no stain on their souls be punished for the wrongdoing of a few."
She stared back into the spider's many eyes, pleading. "Did ye ever think that ye might get more support by helpin' and educatin' those who are in the wrong? That ye could attract more help by information, than by a stunt like that? Now every'ne thinks yer a bunch'o terror-mongers that are in it fer thems'elves. That's how they get'cha. They will blame you and yer cause will be tha' much harder t'e achieve."
Suddenly she lowered the shotgun and slid it back in the holster. "Ifin' ye can't se tha', yer just as bad as they are."