The last words to come out of Leroy's mouth resonated, raising more questions than answers. He glanced over, noticing a few people glancing their way. Lowering his voice to almost a whisper, Clarence spoke again, "Do you think I wouldn't love to put half of those people behind bars, but trying only gets you and those you care about hurt! I don't know what you and those are people are trying to do, but it won't end well... It never does." Beaks tearing into flesh, blunt objects assaulting his bones. He knew the consequences of those who were caught even thinking about going against the "leaders" of this city. What would happen to this man, he didn't want to even think about. He had two options, turn this man in and let him face whatever lay in store for him.. or let the man go, and face whatever punishment came with that. He waited for the response, the deciding factor in whether this man could continue with his life. A while ago, there wouldn't have been a decision to make.. but Clarence could relate to what this man was feeling. The only difference between the two, was that this man wasn't afraid to act on his thoughts.