Yeah...Jean is going to put that glass down before he makes a spectacle of himself. He rubs his flushed face before looking up at Eliot with tired though compliant eyes, like a man who has been been preparing himself for bad news from his doctor, and got exactly what he expected.

"Those are merely random words to me."

Truth be told, some districts attempted to have presidents in the past, but that was long before ACCA was created. Back in the age of chaos and war.