Protesters came in many styles, some belligerent, some tolerant, and in the case of the elf, she was distinctively tolerant as she actually held her hands out, silencing the protesters on her side of the debate, allowing the young child to speak his words. As she listened, she maintained eye contact with him, focused on his educated and loyal words, words which she let linger through her thoughts, examining them in her mind as one would examine an antique book, or a precious stone. When the child finished speaking, she returned the respectful bow before speaking her own response, without the aid of the megaphone.
"Child, you have the wisdom and kindness which the next generation of this young Empire deserves." Spoke the elf, as she smiled a somber smile, watching as the child turned to leave, though the somber smile was not because the child took away from her message, not in the slightest, it was because he was so fiercely loyal, that undoubtedly a boy with such loyalty, despite all his wisdom, would end up serving and likely falling into the same cycles of behavior which the Empire had displayed since its creation, and it was enough to renew the vigor of the elf. She was not just there to protect those of races which were victimized, she was there to protect everyone who did not have to fight, most especially since the Empire had provided its own tools for the job.
There was a moment where the elf took a breath, a steadying breath, as she brought the megaphone back up to her lips, and pushed onward with her protest. "Thank you, those are the words I have to speak at this moment to whatever hand was at play which brought on this momentary distraction. Thank you, they are words that set into motion such feeling inside of me, feeling that needs to be spoken, to be shared. Thank you, for reminding me why I am out here, to work to keep those who need not shed their blood safe! Thank you, for reminding me that this Empire has a future, so long as those with good souls continue to exist, and do not get sent off to become jaded by this Empire's military! Thank you, for renewing the memory of those past, those which must be mourned and those which must have their legacy respected by ensuring that no more needless deaths should be permitted!"
"Understand, everyone, I am not against this Empire, I am not against her people. Every single person is precious, every single one of you has the capability to do so much, but only if you give yourself that chance, and live as you wish to live, not how the Ketsurui would have you live! Nor how those at Kessaku would have you live! Each person is a precious individual, and as a society, we can make this Empire a true bastion of freedom!" What was needed for a protest, the elf knew, was not to confront the majority head-to-head, that never worked, and only produced the worst of problems. What was needed, was to speak with a level head, and a fair hand, and that was just what she was doing.
"However, we can only make that society if we live our lives here, and make a mark upon the world that can't be made with an aether cannon, or a power armor. Right now, there are three billion people on this world which call it home, but how many of those are like us, born, not manufactured? We are the minority, by far! Nekovalkyrja make up the majority of our Empire by several fold! What does that mean for life as a civilian, as a person who is more than an implement of warfare? It means we must do whatever we can to hold onto our culture, our identity! Why throw your unique place in the Empire away, to become the tooth and claw of the clans that rule us? More so, why sacrifice yourself, when the 'superior species', in which so many were culled off to make way for, can handle it on their own?"
There was a moment of quiet, as the elf gauged the crowd, to see just how her words were impacting them, and also, how her words were impacting any onlookers.