[Kim thinks back to his younger years, before the economy completely crashed. He was so sure the Moralintern would be able to put Revachol back on its feet and make all of it livable, in a way he'd never been alive to see. Once the wrongs had been righted, Revachol would join the Coalition as a free state, and he would no longer look up at night to see the blinking lights of airships ready to raze everything to the ground at a moment's notice.

They were idealistic times, at best.]

It's not really in the position to.

[The RCM is stretched thin across the city, attempting to prove their ability at self-ordinance, all while citizens accuse them of being Moralintern lapdogs.]

Only thinking in sweeping political terms can give you an ironically myopic view of things. [And makes it almost impossible to have any hope.] Helping each other on a day to day basis is the best you can do.