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The citizens of this city, registered and unregistered, are somewhat pathetic.

[Hello, Siren's Port. Have your neighborhood friendly demon, sounding oddly serious and composed.]

We are brought here, against our will, by a mystical force that none of us can control or see. While we are trapped here, we are treated as second-class citizens, the proverbial Rosa Parks on the bus line that is the multiverse, and not weeks after a neighborhood friendly hunt on the newcomer population, individuals seem to have... shrugged it off. Moved along with their lives and their husbands and wives and paper routes and white picket fences.

[There is a slight creak as Crowley shifts in the chair he is sitting in. He pauses slightly, to collect his thoughts, before he continues. A good orator always knows when to draw the line and when to keep talking. He seems to be deciding where it is now.]

Whether or not this is just another display of humanity ignoring when terrible things occur in favor of the new bright and shiny politician on their doorstep is irrelevant. What is relevant is your amazing ability to ignore what is directly in front of you -- we are held in the hands of a group of individuals no more or less powerful than we are and yet we are the second-class. Even those registered as citizens, those with powers in government -- you can't tell me you are truly invited to the weekly bridge game of our Canadian cousins.

[And suddenly, his voice grows slightly harder.]

What will it take for all of you to realize that we are nothing more than cattle in a small pen being poked at with sticks? Would it be the brutal murder of someone you love or the relinquishment of supposed unalienable rights that you hold onto so tightly? What will it take for you to finally open your eyes and understand that you aren't free. Your tiny little slice of life is nothing more than an illusion fed to you by a series of corporations and egotistical human overlords who think themselves better than everyone else because they have a pretty picture stamped on an ID card. So come on -- be honest. What would you rather have -- eternal peace at the price of freedom or the knowledge that you did something potentially great regardless of the consequences?

[There is the clink of a glass -- and Crowley ceases talking. But the feed stays open.

It's a serious question. And a testing of the waters.

He wants to know how many dangerous people are truly in the Port.]

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How many angels died? Was it worth it?

Many. Yes, it's worth it.

[No matter how terribly things have gone, and how horrific it has all been, that has never changed to him. It's always been worth it, for what they're fighting for.]

I don't think that's your business.

[Somewhat curtly.]

If he's using that logic here then I think it is.

It seems that the more things change, the more they stay the same.
There are far too few people willing to take the fall and change the world for the better.

No matter what the cost.

But there are other ways to change things. It's dangerous. So many people have powers here that starting a war could destroy everything.

The trick is getting enough people to listen. The newcomers here seem very strong-willed and... different.

What else do you suggest? Nothing else has been done; the situation seems only to have worsened.

There are those that have never been under such illusions.

[ Excuse you he isn't a lizard. :| ]

No. They don't, and yet they are the ones with the fewer resources.

Other than the AGI court I heard about last summer, it is rather disheartening to see there are no more progresto have been made.

Bit cynical, don't ya think?

[There's a small smile to accompany that.]

An' while that may be true, that means we need t'help those that c'n do the research, that know what they're doin'. If'n the companies are all there is, then we need t'step up an' challenge 'em.

[A pause as he kneads the bread.]

But not by killin' folks.

But it would still be illegal for me to go after the hunters, even though it would be more efficient. I am expected to let "justice" be served in a courtroom.

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I would love to know their names, then, Miss Magnus.

Talk is where it all begins, Castiel. You can't have a change of opinion without a discussion on it first.

[Crowley pauses before rolling his eyes slightly -- and suddenly, he is sitting on the roof next to the angel, looking oddly relaxed considering the fact that he is sitting on a roof.]

Personally, I don't really give half a damn about whether or not these people achieve some amount of freedom or self-respect, but what I need is to obtain a sway in public opinion.

[He glances down at the street, thoughtful.]

This place is a powder keg. It just requires a fuse.

[Crowley is actually testing whether or not Jesse is an idiot. Satisfied with the observation, he shrugs a shoulder.]

You didn't answer my question.

What would it take for you to choose freedom over peace?

I doubt this place will devolve into rounding up children to kill each other. However --

[Hm.]

I want you to do something for me.

Have you noticed how many people have listened to me with this tiny little announcement, now that I've insulted their pride?

[Everyone has a button. Everyone has a string. The only weapon you need in your arsenal to win a war is the ability to push and pull them both to perfection.]

The cost is not the number of lives lost.

[That is an entirely different responsibility to shoulder.]

Our war has nothing to do with the situation here -- and seeing as his own stupidity has nothing to do with my question, then no, it isn't.

Leave our world out of it. Answer the question based on this one.

A court funded by AGI is hardly one that should be trusted.

Politicians and attorneys don't understand the meaning of true justice. They would rather wave around a pen and shout about it instead of bothering to see it truly enacted. Besides that, justice is an entirely subjective concept.

An eye for an eye is rather Hammurabi of you, but I prefer the opportunity to allow the little person to stand up for himself every once in awhile. Allow him the opportunity to strike back -- should he fail, then lesson learned.

The problem with this city is that the little person is never granted his opportunity to strike Goliath with his slingshot.

The guillotine is so French.

[With a slight roll of his eyes.]

I prefer a more sophisticated approach to my revolutions.

I never said anything about killing anyone.

[Almost boredly.]

I simply want to see whether or not the citizens of this population can rub more than two brain cells together in order to form their own opinions, instead of ones forced down their throats.

[That's an odd way of putting it. And Crowley actually pauses, for half a moment, because he didn't necessarily give the demons who didn't want the revolution the opportunity to not make the choice. Those who attempted to kill him in return died -- the opposition officially wiped out because the decision that was not Crowley's was the wrong one.

That bothers him, on some level, that Meg holds some semblance of a correct thought, but he shakes it off, to continue calmly.]

Could you stand by and watch while people sacrifice their free will for something that will inevitably kill them?

[Because he couldn't.]

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