A chuckle escaped the man's lips. It was dark in nature and warned of nothing but ill intent. "There seems to be some misunderstanding. You, my good man, have responded as if you have any real choice." This was a takeover. Exactly what part of the term was the man unsure of? Did he need it all spelled out for him?

"You will be adjusting your lessons to better fit the ideals of the Neo-Alliance. You will do so as scheduled beginning tomorrow afternoon and you will continue doing so until you no longer work here."

Perhaps more definitive language would help him come around. "There's no need for senseless violence among our own kind. Don't make me have to hurt you. It's the longer road to the ultimate ending." In the end, they would win. Everyone could get in line, or they could fight THEN get in line.

"But in the end, I suppose in some way it is your choice."