kernow | ➳ i am a ghost, just a mirage

[ R remains quiet for a moment, one eyebrow cocked into his hairline. He stares at the angel for that moment in all its righteous fury. The light in the eyes is the same as he remembers. ]

Let me get this straight then— please. Educate me so that I can learn, then. Are you saying that democracy isn’t mob rule? What was the French Revolution? What do those Americans start their constitution they liven so much with? “We the People?” The people are the mob, an organized mob is a community but it’s still a mob and the mob will yell and scream to be heard and make change. To cancel, or to get then guillotine. It sounds the same shit, different day. It’s how societies have always made any progress, yes, but you have to admit that democracy functions on your so called “mob rule.”

[Enjolras' jaw clicks in and out of place before R gets his requested "education".]

Yes, that is exactly what I'm saying. Ignoring for a moment the sheer idiocy of equating the American war for independence, which was fought against a foreign oppressor and formation of a new nation and the initial oppression system intact elsewhere rather than with a domestic civil war that overhauled a dynasty, you know the social contract demands the governed voice when the governing no longer work in their interests, and in some cases that requires aggressive removal. The violence involved in said process, while obviously the most extreme example you could come up with, does not negate the rights of the governed to liberty and free political expression.

You have any other insulting carte blanche arguments to throw out while we're at it?

I wasn’t talking about the American war I was referencing their constitution’s phrasing but thank you for putting words in my mouth. Say, that’s a lot like politicians do with their constituency’s voices, hm? Democracy.

[ He smiles with absolutely no warmth and a lot of sadness in his eyes. ]

No. I’m out arguments. For now.

[He just leans into his rage with that retort, nostrils flaring.]

Oh please, take your completely unjustified, cynical biases out on representative democracy, because the imperfections of a system and the mechanisms completely negate its utility. Hot take maestro, real mastery of argumentation.

[He's not sure when it happened, but he got close (too close) and that mirthless smile is all he can see and--

He takes a step back and away, moving to head back to his original destination, his flat, without so much as a goodbye; but ever the petty man, he wheels around and--]

And for the record, the backdrop to the formations of the country shape the creation of its governance system.

[ Grantaire rolls his eyes as he turns away, then sees him about face. The parting outburst pushes him past the limit and he just laughs as the angel storms off. ]

Asshole. [ He mumbles fondly with a cigarette he pulled from his pocket between his lips. ‘Class can wait,’ he decides he has to digest that conversation first. ]

➳ i am a ghost, just a mirage

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why storm off when he can bite his head off first

bite bite bite!

in his head take off like a mike drop and not just him pouting and stomping away

oh of course it is