Thinking over everything carefully in silence, and chewing through the Prime Minister's speech gave the blonde a sudden look of revelation. Ayumi rose, with a nod towards Shinichi, Mamami, and then Ayana. Gesturing open with her hands, she smiled perhaps too nicely. "So what is this, then? Are we only here to allay the people's concerns about being puppets for royalty? So they think we are unlike Yamatai, and able to express the concerns of our constitutes freely? What will I tell them after my office is flooded with feeds from every city in either system I am tasked with representing?"
"I'm sorry, the royal clan said no? That we are threatened with this, the very government we sanctified with blood and tears is nothing more than a child to be shoved around by the Head Clan's whim? That their elected officials may be slapped down by someone whose scruples has us at this position? We must find peace, yes...how will we do this with the Prince's sword at our necks? Even you, Prime Minister are by his appointment. However you, you consider yourself your own woman, your own mind don't you?" Ayumi glanced around the chamber, letting her eyes go towards the recorders, and the gallery then to the Prince.
"I understand your fire, I really do. However, this will build resentment back home. The head clan is a deep part of the UOC, but what must I say? I think everyone knows somewhere. Wasn't that a very Ketsurui thing to do? Threaten us with wild action if we do not do as you say? This is unlike anything most of us from citizen to Assembly would have ever expected to hear, good Prince and it strains things.
"Peace? Peace is necessary, but I ask you." Her hands turned over, palms showing as they gestured to the others seated with her. "Stand with me. Do not be forced into thrall, join me and do not approve a document forced upon us with threat, that is putting a sword to the throat of us, our government, and all the peace-loving citizens etching out their new lives. Peace is something that must happen, but this is not how. If we do, then why are any of us here? If we do, then the boughs of the fragile tree that is our nation break and come to the axe, and biting fire." Her eyes shone real fire, and a passion for each person sitting there, or watching just beyond, or listening through the sea of stars beyond Tokyo.
"Stand with me."