"Goddammit!" the Mayor shouted and banged the table in front of him in frustration. "How are they still not satisfied? I did what is best for them."
He was angry that even after the announcements he made regarding the census hadn't affected the public perception at all.
"Weren't they starting to calm down? What's up with this rebel force? What's up with this female equality? How is it that these people are suddenly acting up so much," the mayor thought.
He sat in the warm, brightly lit room with his hand and his head. He was stressing so much about it that he didn't know what to do.
He tried to understand why these people were being so stubborn. Why were they trying to fight him so much? Revenge for their dead kids? He wasn't the one that forced them out to fight. Those kids were the ones that made the choice to join the Defenders themselves.
Where were the parents when those kids decided that? Why was he being blamed now?
