There's a long pause while Albert mulls that over, having to turn the phrasing in his head a few times before meaning matches the words in the curious order that Initiate utters them. What he says is true, that this is forced. It's easy to forget given that they only really speak to Capitolites day in and out unless they're among themselves, but from what he knows of the Districts they are not this way by choice, and they are trying. Just as they're all trying.

But something else eats at him, some contradiction in what the Initiate is trying to stipulate. "Trolls, too. There's art there. Music. Religion. Even if no one rose up against whatever oppression is inherent, you have your Hamlet and Oratio just as we have ours. You have colors and rhythm. Violence is not all Trolls are either."