Damon presents his counter-proposal at nine in the morning.
The council chamber fills the same way it did for the restriction vote — every seat taken, observers at the back, the particular charged atmosphere of a room that knows it's being watched even when no external cameras are present.
I sit in the witness position again.
I watch Damon work.
***
The proposal is clean. Three pages, formal structure, the kind of document that Caleb clearly had a hand in because the precedent citations go back two hundred years. Damon doesn't read it aloud — he summarizes it, which means he knows it well enough that the summary is better than the text.
The premise — and I followed it the way I follow access logs, checking each clause against the one before — rather than a tribunal to adjudicate ongo
