
Ripples of unrest...
“You do not approve the Council. “ It was a statement, but the final title rose in tone, making it both observation and inquiry both. His form shifted in look, less tall and broad, less sculpted, and took on plainer clothes. Only his eyes remained the same, at odds in color and bright behind glasses that were no doubt just for show.
"The institution or the members?"
"It is an elected body, and all those who voted are given authority therefore...to declare 'no confidence' and demand either a new member elected or a new system entirely. I've given power to governed." At least as much as could be given, with his own will still in existence and intact of sentience. He wondered if it would have been enough for the Seat of Knowledge, should he ever return to give his opinion. It was an old matter between them. A root of many sorrows. But would any compromise be enough for the master intellect? He had not sought compromise before, only action.