CHULANE
He came. Though he didn't feel like it was his right to. He wasn't sure if he even counted as a resident, a citizen, as one whose voice could contribute to this "democracy". But he attended, curious if nothing else, to what might come from it all - interested to watch history unfold.
And unfold it did.
The slouched and slumped forms of Korbin and Glad caught his eye for a moment, as they hung on seemingly opposite ends of the outskirts of the gathering, present in body but barely in mind. He couldn't blame them.
He listened to the words spoken by each of the "nominees". He knew them both, Loren probably slightly more familiar to him than Morgan. But Chuy was a scientist, able to look at situations with logic and impartiality, able to pick apart the colourful words and examine the meaning behind them.
He liked parts of what he heard from both parties. He disliked parts from both, too.
Wessex voiced her harsh and loud opinion, trying to rally a heated response from those around her. He heard and observed that too, with the same detached, logical mindset.
If he was honest, he thought that Morgan had the better resume for the job. She had history here, and she had a solid plan to rebuild the city, to fortify it against such dangers that had made themselves clearly evident in recent times. However, he didn't like the idea that they should focus on the Ascended, it felt too much like the beginning of a race war, a notion that he was glad to leave behind on his home world. Wessex's words twisted and sensationalised Morgan's, but he couldn't deny that he could see where she was coming from. He sighed.
Loren was a good man. Chuy knew this, he had experienced this. But his arguments felt weak compared to Morgan's, as if he was determined to simply say almost the exact opposite of the woman. He proposed rebuilding the city before the wall, and then he spoke of seeking out danger directly (who then, would the people actually have to look to, if their leader was always out chasing phantom dangers across the realm, how was he going to be present for his city?). Chuy had assumed that Loren would speak up against the idea of enforcing restrictions against the Ascended, and he did agree with that.
He didn't know if he got a vote, really. Didn't know if it would be registered. But he did want to try and help clarify and refine some of the proposals set forth.
He just… didn't know how to. So he stood back, letting the scene unfold, watching, waiting.
And unfold it did.
The slouched and slumped forms of Korbin and Glad caught his eye for a moment, as they hung on seemingly opposite ends of the outskirts of the gathering, present in body but barely in mind. He couldn't blame them.
He listened to the words spoken by each of the "nominees". He knew them both, Loren probably slightly more familiar to him than Morgan. But Chuy was a scientist, able to look at situations with logic and impartiality, able to pick apart the colourful words and examine the meaning behind them.
He liked parts of what he heard from both parties. He disliked parts from both, too.
Wessex voiced her harsh and loud opinion, trying to rally a heated response from those around her. He heard and observed that too, with the same detached, logical mindset.
If he was honest, he thought that Morgan had the better resume for the job. She had history here, and she had a solid plan to rebuild the city, to fortify it against such dangers that had made themselves clearly evident in recent times. However, he didn't like the idea that they should focus on the Ascended, it felt too much like the beginning of a race war, a notion that he was glad to leave behind on his home world. Wessex's words twisted and sensationalised Morgan's, but he couldn't deny that he could see where she was coming from. He sighed.
Loren was a good man. Chuy knew this, he had experienced this. But his arguments felt weak compared to Morgan's, as if he was determined to simply say almost the exact opposite of the woman. He proposed rebuilding the city before the wall, and then he spoke of seeking out danger directly (who then, would the people actually have to look to, if their leader was always out chasing phantom dangers across the realm, how was he going to be present for his city?). Chuy had assumed that Loren would speak up against the idea of enforcing restrictions against the Ascended, and he did agree with that.
He didn't know if he got a vote, really. Didn't know if it would be registered. But he did want to try and help clarify and refine some of the proposals set forth.
He just… didn't know how to. So he stood back, letting the scene unfold, watching, waiting.
it is better to know some of the questions
than all of the answers
than all of the answers
