"So, uh, basically this Morrible bird was opposed to talking animals?" He couldn't hear the difference between animal and Animal, but he figured there was one from her point of view.
"Oh, bugger." Spike rolled his eyes, tilting his head back. "Bloody figures." He looked back up at her. "It's all politics, innit? Might be a bloody children's book in my world, but where you're from, it's all racism and horror and people killing each other over differences in belief. At least I knew killing who I killed wouldn't change anything."
Spike shook his head. "Things are never that simple, love. It'd be nice if they were, but that's the thing about humans. They're complicated. And they change all the bloody time."
"A monster," Spike repeated. Then his features shifted. His eyes turned yellow and his forehead wrinkled while his teeth came out into fangs. "Like me, you mean?"
She gritted her teeth and bit back her startled reaction. "No. Not like you. Or maybe like you, I don't know, but you know I'd hardly be the type to call someone a monster based on physical conditions."
Spike shrugged. "It's what I am. And a few years back there are those who'd have said I couldn't change. Hell, I might have said it. And yet." He spread his arms and let his features melt back to human. "Here I am."
"Perhaps. It's hard to say, but her reign had to end. So did the Wizard's. Tell me, in the book, how did the Wizard's fate end? I know it might not be what really happened, but it would be nice to know, since he was revealed to be a fraud, you said?"
"Of course I've heard of her. Ozma Tippetarius. She was to be the ruler of Oz, but she went missing. I think the Wizard had her killed to get her out of the way of his own reign."
"They wouldn't be worse. And...things were better before the Wizard came, so I'd assume that if things were returned to how they should be, that the good things we had could be brought back."
"It was gradual, after he came. He couldn't just change everything overnight. He gradually denied Animals more and more rights, he drained the Quadling swamps where I was living at the time to mine the rubies, and later went after the Arjikis. All of these things were fine when I was a child. Animals could hold jobs, and the Quandling swamps were healthy and thriving."
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