"I see." Erin stops the whiskey's song so she can take another sip; her ears twitch, gently, focused on her conversation partner. "That's a vision I've had pitched to me before. It's one I have not, typically, found to be compatible with objective reality. There are things that currency can buy you, no denying that. I can respect commitment, drive. Even the honesty it took for you to call it ugly, an honesty so many other adherents of this vision lack."

Erin sets her glass back down. "If it worked you'd be having this conversation with me in your body and not Crabb's, though. Sovereignty is an illusion. Lone wolves don't become mighty, they become dead."