Michael raises his eyebrows at the satanic occultist update. It’s upsetting that anyone anywhere is still bothering Wolfgang, but no one in the District is going to escape that kind of treatment anytime soon. At least it seems to have tapered off a bit around the shop.
“Maybe,” he says. No one’s ever changed their mind about him. He hasn’t seen many people change their minds about much, actually, and he wonders how many people, over the course of their lives, genuinely reevaluate their stances on things. It’s obvious to Michael why it’s so rare: it’s shocking to turn around and look at yourself and realize how little you know. No one wants that. Everyone wants to be the king of their own reality.
“But the government’s not gonna fund any ‘Mutants with Mental Problems’ after-school specials that don’t look like an episode of Cops,” he concludes, “so I think we’re outta luck.”