"If things were stable, we'd be out of a job." But Luther's one of the ones who believes in the government. If they say the City is stable, that their order is keeping it that way, then it is. The exceptions only prove the rule, they say.

It's a stupid saying.

Still, Luther's right about the state of things right now. It's a torch thrown onto a pile of kindling. Askeladd sighs, sitting down on a weight bench. "Nothing lasts, you know." He leans forward, elbows on his knees. "Whether this blows over or we get taken out, we'll just keep going until then."