He frowns, holding on tight to her hand. He had hoped she see sense, that she'd realize once again she was being suckered into fighting someone else's false war. But no, it appeared she was in too deep.

He continues to hold onto her hand, leaning his other on the console, perhaps to brace, perhaps accidentally (although certainly intentionally) shifting a control in charge of broadcasting internal orders throughout the studio. He would convince her to see the truth, and maybe he'd be able to convince others as well.

"There will always be sides, Connie. Wishing it weren't so isn't ever going to solve anything." He reaches up to brush her hair aside, "The trick is knowing which side is true and honest, and I can tell you it's never the one promising to minimize casualties. You and I both know you can't fight a war without losing people."