Not a simple fellow
A noble cause for every single mediocre cadet.
That was what they painted it as. A means to get back at the hierarchy that put them down over and over again.
It wasn't their fault they were born with little talent, so was there a need to push them down consistently.
To make them feel like they would always remain as mobs that would die at the hands of the Apocalypse once the real fight came to them.
No!
There was no need. It wasn't right at all.
And they wouldn't take it any longer so they dared to go against it.
They dared to fight back against the geniuses that ruled at the top, to make a name for themselves.
Alas, even though their goal sounded pure, it actually wasn't.
In the first place, all the oppression and suppression they received due to the presence of people like Elena was just as a result of their own minds.
Their minds was playing tricks on them.