***
{Outside The Projection}
This was... fair.
The hall could only call it that.
When the coin fell in there, the sound of it carried out here.
Its weight. Instead of hating it, they rather quite liked his approach.
It was pretty smart, allowing him to help them while fueling their hate even further, thereby achieving both of his objectives.
Yes, what Malik did—coin or throne—it was terrible, unarguably cruel in its nakedness.
But it was also… clean. The Farajah, the Council, and the Court had wrapped everything in scrolls and hearings, in endless waiting, in begging at ten doors before being heard.
Malik had cut through it all with a disk of gold.
A yes or no that burned away pretenses.
Though the 'no' appeared real to them when it actually wasn't, it was still a better alternative than waiting for justice that would take years to be served, and even then, be served inadequately.
It was a great thing for the current world's mothers and fathers.
