"You won't need to," Zexion answered simply. "Given enough time, some bold person here will take the initiative on their own."

Some bold and reckless and hot-headed person. Someone who could barely see beyond the immediate effects of their actions and who was all to willing to start a war - possibly a bloodless war - in the streets of the city. Every city had at least one person of that sort. Sooner or later they'd bend their attentions to this problem and then things would be quite out of his hands, and he'd be glad for it.

He'd never much cared to dirty his own hands with that sort of thing anyway. It was distasteful.