Pavel Crook began his speech again, though it was much worse this time, lacking the passionate fervor he'd had in the beer hall after drinking "horse piss."
He stumbled through the speech, assuming she would understand what he was trying to do.
Libusse said scornfully, "So... you lot think the older generation did a terrible job and can't wait to take their place, believing you can do better?"
"That's not what the 'National Salvation Alliance' is about... I'm an exception. For the other members, they could just wait peacefully for a decade or two and take over all the same.
"But, my dear sister, if you paid any attention to what's happening in the world, you'd know the Empire can't wait. It doesn't need a stable, unchanging succession. It needs a massive, top-down revolution!
