A few more weeks pass, and as you grow closer to Tesla, she realizes she can trust you. On a February Tuesday, you find yourself sitting in a small restaurant on Origen Street.
“So I’m guessing you pretty much understand why I think the Silence Act is a problem,” Tesla says, pushing her hair out of her face. The restaurant is loud, covering your voices as you speak. Lamps flicker on the walls, the flames dancing in the cool, desert air. You nod at her.
“You’re concerned that the act prevents the advancement of knowledge as well as preventing people less fortunate than you or I from obtaining aniforma. What I still don’t understand is why there aren’t more aniforma to go around.”
“You know the nine streets that run through Alium? Do you know what they’re named after?”
“The nine core families,” you reply.
“They’re the reason there’s not enough aniforma for everyone. They, my family included, outlawed the manufacture and research of aniforma to prevent themselves from losing power. They own the media, they make the laws, prevent the redistribution of power. I think the only way we can continue is to fight it by providing aniforma and alchemical knowledge to all. What do you say?”
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