"I suppose not," Wolf mused. "Perhaps by then—"
"You really believe you're going to succeed in overthrowing the Federation, don't you?"
"I must," said Wolf. "Without that, all this—" he gestured to the map before him, traced with arrows, notations, ideas, "—is meaningless slaughter."
"So it seems," Carroll said flatly.
"Joseph," said Wolf suddenly. "With luck, there will be a ship waiting for me in the mountains when I've—finished here."
"That's your good fortune," Carroll said grimly.
"Will you come with me?"
"And join the revolutionaries?"
"You—and Daimya."
Carroll considered it slowly. "No," he said finally. "Not I. I have gotten my people into this, I must stay with them. All were against it when you first contacted us. All but me. It is my fault. I have to stay with them."