"This is so stupid. There's still a demon on the loose, and they already jump at each other throats." I paced back and forth in the private confines of my room as I expressed my negative opinion about the altercation. From a place where people I expressed opinion on couldn't hear me, not that they'd be inclined to listen if they could.
This entire situation moved my mood from the above average it was before and down into rotten garbage again. I imagined in other covens, not just in the city, but around the world, similar arguments happened at this very moment. From there, it was easy for me to extrapolate what would happen. Both parties will segregate into milder and more radical sub-parties, after which more radical ones will start do what radicals always did.
