Emmett stared blankly as Zariah addressed his points, hardly listening. Because he hadn't really brought them up to hear her answers; he'd brought them up to show the feelings of the people around him. He'd brought them up to feel for a second that he was kicking back.
It didn't matter that she had her prepared, condescending answers. What mattered was that she had taken, had ripped the Hollowed Grounds right from them without any care. Did his people really not believe in themselves so much they didn't think they could come up with rules as good as hers? Were they really going to lay down and just let someone declare themselves their ruler? How good her laws were were irrelevant, the way she had come to power would always colour her reign.
He could see the writing on the wall; it would begin with this and end with death, with walls, with bitter rivalry and dark oppression. When he was let go he did not thank her for the mercy, why should he? He didn't usually thank people for not killing him.
Stepping back, he listened to Jigano talk, then Ronin. They both spoke well, he thought, but he was beginning to get sick of talking. Frustrated, he walked near the door so he could leave if things got more irritating, before he did something truly stupid.
Emmett
It burns too bright
I think about my self a lot 'cause it's the only one I've got
I've earned this life
What have I done to earn this life?
I think about my self a lot 'cause it's the only one I've got
I've earned this life
What have I done to earn this life?
