[ So this is what it's like to really see a teenager... Roland's son was around ten years old, same age as Evan who admittedly grew up faster than anyone he's ever known due to the circumstances surrounding his rise to becoming king. To say that Roland wasn't used to the mood swings and reactions of teens like Tidus was a vast understatement. He tries to remember his own youthfulness, back when his body and soul were actually one and the same, but he can't recall it nor even figure out if he could relate.
But don't get him wrong, it's amusing to him to think that Tidus could care so much about council politics on one hand, and then shift gears and dismiss politics in the next. He follows his movements, and he wonders if Tidus could maybe grow up to be someone in politics one day, anyway. With enough exposure, he could refine his ideas and really be the voice of the people... Ah but without the passion for it, that would be a moot point. He said he was into sports, right? ]
[ Roland finally takes the cups on, wiping the rim with ease. And don't worry. Roland takes no offense to lumping him in with the council lot just because he's also pretty used to standing trial. ]
But that's just it, isn't it? At the end of the day, the problem is that you feel as if the broadcast of that meeting was just for show. You didn't get to actively participate in it, you didn't get a say in the decision. Or at the very least, if something was decided, you know you had nothing to do with its coming to pass.
[ He takes another cup and wipes it faster. ] If enough people feel this way, you could incite a petition to change the format of the council meetings using a majority vote. [ He's on a roll. He knows what he could propose, and if they needed a meat shield to take in all the heat, so be it. Roland's spent majority of his adult life in the office, trying to make peace with other countries who only wanted war. Nothing could be worse than that. But before he can go on, he sets down the cups, puts away the cutlery, and hangs the towel against his forearm. A wry smile rests on his lips. ]
...But this is all conjecture, at the moment. A nomination for the council isn't a win. At the very least, I want you to know that I'm willing to speak on people's behalf so that at least we can create a channel of communication with leadership. That rings true no matter what happens next. [ Short of saying, hey. Win or lose, he's open to giving advice if it's asked for. Hands down. ]
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But don't get him wrong, it's amusing to him to think that Tidus could care so much about council politics on one hand, and then shift gears and dismiss politics in the next. He follows his movements, and he wonders if Tidus could maybe grow up to be someone in politics one day, anyway. With enough exposure, he could refine his ideas and really be the voice of the people... Ah but without the passion for it, that would be a moot point. He said he was into sports, right? ]
[ Roland finally takes the cups on, wiping the rim with ease. And don't worry. Roland takes no offense to lumping him in with the council lot just because he's also pretty used to standing trial. ]
But that's just it, isn't it? At the end of the day, the problem is that you feel as if the broadcast of that meeting was just for show. You didn't get to actively participate in it, you didn't get a say in the decision. Or at the very least, if something was decided, you know you had nothing to do with its coming to pass.
[ He takes another cup and wipes it faster. ] If enough people feel this way, you could incite a petition to change the format of the council meetings using a majority vote. [ He's on a roll. He knows what he could propose, and if they needed a meat shield to take in all the heat, so be it. Roland's spent majority of his adult life in the office, trying to make peace with other countries who only wanted war. Nothing could be worse than that. But before he can go on, he sets down the cups, puts away the cutlery, and hangs the towel against his forearm. A wry smile rests on his lips. ]
...But this is all conjecture, at the moment. A nomination for the council isn't a win. At the very least, I want you to know that I'm willing to speak on people's behalf so that at least we can create a channel of communication with leadership. That rings true no matter what happens next. [ Short of saying, hey. Win or lose, he's open to giving advice if it's asked for. Hands down. ]