In an instance, most of Billy's gratitude to the boy washed away. This kid was full of himself, did he really believe all of this righteous nonsense? Billy stood dumbstruck for a moment, staring into the boy's eyes as his hand was wound around his shirt. Snapping out of the momentary daze, Billy pushed the boy away and stood up to his full height. He wasn't particularly tall, but he was rather broad and could hold himself in a fight, definitely against a kid like this. Anger flashed across Billy's eyes, but also a flicker of uncertainty. Could the boy be right? Could he have made things worse, caused more people to be hurt, Just because of his silly display of anger? Billy shook the thoughts aside, that wasn't true. It couldn't be true. The boy's last line angered him the most, and his rage blazed up once more. Now it was Billy's turn to get physical, and he did so, grabbing the boy's shirt just as he'd done for him and putting his face inches from the boy's.

"Listen here, what the hell d'ya think is gonna change things, eh? Sittin' aroun' and whining about it, right? We're supposed to sit around all nice and content, an' just allow them to oppress and murder our families? You think all er this is just gonna change if we appeal to their laws, or even better, pray? Well it ain't, kid, and if you wanna survive ya need ta know how to handle those soldiers. You an' I, we ain't nothin' special, there are thousands more like us in this city, and none are any better off. Bloodshed isn't an option that anyone should ever have to take, but in times like this, it's the only damned thing that will get through, ya hear?"