"They'll blame the late president," Kellan says simply. "He's an easy scapegoat. We haven't heard a full list of casualties, but I'm sure very few of his team have been left alive. It'll be easy, and people are desperate. There are already videos of trucks on the road and helicopters landing in Los Angeles and New York. Once they get the aid they desperately need…"
"They're not going to care about the truth as much," Lucas finishes grimly.
A chill creeps through my bones as I watch the screen, and I rub my arms, somehow far colder now than I have been at any point this winter. "Is there any chance the government is actually fighting back against whoever did all of this? That maybe this is legitimate?"
The silence in the tent tells me how naive it is to even hold such a hope. Lucas's arm tightens around my waist, and Kellan's face hardens into stone. Even Vanessa's usual gentle expression turns grim.