"How am I out of control exactly?"
"...You're currently trying to take down an entire class of people living out in the giant expanse that is space using nothing but a beat-up old spaceship and your limited powers, and whatever other idiots you can find to join you in your doomed rebellion. This whole thing is very obviously only driven by your own resentment and not a real desire to see things get better, you just want to fuck someone over and the rich make a good strawman for you to tear down. And the only reason why I'm here, helping you is because I don't give a fuck what happens to either of us."
"First of all half of that is untrue. I do hate the rich people but I honestly don't care if I never actually get to fuck them over. I just would like to. And I actually do want to see things get better. It's not a doomed rebellion if we're rebelling against no one, it's more of a doomed extreme beach clean-up group, plus it's worth a shot. And others have powers too. For all we know, one of them could have the powers to help fix everything. Forgive me for being the only one with a little hope of a better life around here. And for not being a complete douche who gives up the second it gets slightly hard and only cares for my own entertainment because screw everyone else right... call me dumpster fire again and I'll de-materialize you."