Zalan gulped, their face turning paler. "We..." The Changeling choked out. "We wanted change..."
I nodded. "See?" I gave their cheek a playful pinch. "Not so hard, is it?"
They whipped their head away from my hand while scowling.
"Now, what is it you want to change? The government? You want to do away with the ruling class? Perhaps you're tired of having little or no political involvement?" I asked, then gestured around me. "You have the rulers of six different countries more than ready to listen to what you have to say."
Zalan took a weary glance around the room, then back at me. "They only listen when you lot show up," they pointed out, grinding their teeth.
Negging it is, then, I concluded. "Why would they otherwise? Or are you deluded into thinking you have anything of value to say under normal circumstances? That can't be it, right? You can't be that stupid."
Zalan glared at me. "You wouldn't get it even if I explain it."
