[ Whatever self-consciousness Harold might have had about someone looking at his screen over his shoulder has been worn away from the past few years working with John. He's still conscientious of it as any consummate paranoid would be, but he doesn't mind, angles his chair so Gorgug can see the readouts better. ]

I think we have good reason to believe our mission objective is worth accomplishing.

[ Not something he takes at all for granted. Unlike stealing things, Harold is perfectly comfortable speculating on the possible consequences of huge decisions; he thinks through Gorgug's question, reflecting on all the network stalking he's done himself lately. ]

What happens next is another matter, but the status quo here is unsustainable. If we can ensure the residents are able to operate the train on their own, without the King, there's no reason to put up with a tyrant dedicated to an egregiously unequal caste system.