Case laughed. “If they weren’t trying to blow my brains out, I’d actually feel sorry for them. All those…fevered people, full of their”—she paused, picking through words—“faith. Their faith.” She nodded, settling on the word she liked. “And they think that because they have faith, they can wish the world to be anything they want it to be. They’re quite innocent when you think about it. All those boys and girls, playing pretend in the desert with their rifles, playing freedom fighters. Such innocent little children.”
