"They have a way of life to preserve, and want to keep their current place in society without devolving." The black-haired man spoke with a dry voice, his eyes almost filled with pity.
"They don't want to lose the little they have, and this is why they are making a commission. They fear losing the few things they have."
For him, it was impossible to blame the guards or the civilians.
Life was not as easy as a black and white board, far from it. Both Jello and Kissenn paid him attention and waited for his next words. "Both guards and people have something in the line."
Both were trying to protect something. Civilians wanted their way of life, income, and routine untouched, while the guards were making sure everyone lived to see another day.
"There is no one to blame or feel bad for. It is a game of interest. If we stop to get sad now, we will get sad every time, every day something bad happens."
