The entire Concordat buzzed with offended power, authorities flaring like stars going nova, the amphitheater trembling on the edge of violence.
Then a heavy voice, filled with power that transcended volume, arose from the side of Living Paradoxes.
Schrodinger remained seated on the ground, his beggar's position somehow making his words carry more weight rather than less.
"What gives you the right to admonish Living Existences like this?" His voice was simultaneously question and statement, existing in the superposition between inquiry and accusation.
"Do you not even know your own Legacy? The Legacy of The First Farmer would never treat other Existences with such dismissive contempt. He understood that all existence had value, that judgment without understanding was the greatest crop failure of all."
…!
His words boomed across the space, making even silence echo.
