"The worse of the two would be the adults. They tend to be more aware of what they're doing when they pick up a book to attempt to read it," he replied as he turned the book over in his hands, wondering if it would be worth a purchase. "Not that children aren't incapable of understanding but less likely to do so."
The first attempt to stifle the sneeze was successful but the second following on its heels was not. Lindsey turned away from her, bringing his arm to his face as he sneezed twice in succession. "Excuse me."
He tilted his head, listening. "There isn't much of a relationship to these powers either. They bring people here and they leave it up to their champions to figure out why and what to do, heedless of the fact that these people have every right not to want to participate." Lindsey could have made a kidnapping conviction on those grounds alone had the higher powers been big time corporations instead of incoporeal all powerful.
"They are but with so much happening in this city, definitions get lost in the confusion or are outright ignored, rendering them useless," he argued back. "Not to mention the aforementioned treatment is enough to make the chosen seriously consider rebellion." The last he added under his breath. Lindsey had no love for the Senior Partners and he doubted it'd come of much of a surprise to anyone who knew him that he didn't listen to the Partners as well as they would have wanted him to. "It's not seen that way around here," he said, tapping his fingers on the book cover. "Around here, if someone or something is intelligent enough to rise in the ranks of power, they will do so while others take it as their duty to fight this rising of power under the notion of either saving the world, damning it, or looking out for their self interests. Taking the ideals on which this country was founded as far as they can go, creatively defined of course."
He frowned as he glanced over at her. "Have we met before? This concept of this conversation seems familiar."