There is a very large inferential gap here and Élie's going to try to cross it the same way he does everything: with determination and with excessive attention to moral philosophy.
"I knew we had to have elections.
I've probably lost your sympathy already, but please be patient with me. I was born and raised in infernal Cheliax. And I've found that people who aren't usually mistake what's fundamentally wrong with the place. The first lesson they teach you in temple school isn't that you should be Evil or cruel or work to further the interests of Asmodeus on the material plane: it's that you are a slave. You're dirt. You're worse than dirt. You're going to go to Hell, not even because you particularly deserve it, but because Asmodeus wants you there and the whole world bends to the inevitable realization of his will.
This is not a perspective which holds up to thirty seconds of sustained scrutiny, so the better part of Chelish education is making sure nobody ever decides think about anything for a whole thirty seconds. There is no such thing as truth. There is no such thing as choice. Tyranny is the arbitrary, unreasonable exercise of power – that is, the exercise of power without reason, in the absence of which everyone is a slave.
You can't heal a nation like this by replacing the bad rulers with good ones." Though that hasn't stopped the Iomedeans from trying. "It doesn't work. Nobody is going to wake up and realize that they should love their children and deal fairly with their neighbors and pray for the redemption of all souls. They're going to hear that the new boss wants this incomprehensible set of observances and do that until the day they die. It's better to have wise and just nobility than not, on the whole, but it can't do the thing that matters most. The people of Cheliax cannot be good unless they are free. I know you think people can be free without representative government, and maybe that's true in Lastwall." It's not, but he doesn't need to argue the point. "It is not true here. Lastwallers know what it means to have rights and dignity. They aren't so terrified of doing the wrong thing that it would never occur to them to try to do the right one. In Cheliax –
Chelish people aren't stupid. They know that their lords have the power of life and death over them, and that barring what might as well be an act of god nothing will stop them from exercising it. They know that how much of the harvest they have to give up and whether the bandits are kept off the road and most every other decision that actually matters will be decided by someone who probably thinks of them as a particularly intelligent species of cattle. If we're going to get anywhere trying to convince them that they are anything other than weak pathetic slaves with no more power over their own lives than an insect in the hands of a God, it has to actually be true. It has to be true in a way they can see. It has to be true in a way they can prove. It has to be true in a way they can test over and over again until they finally believe it. Hence, elections.
...We chose some delegates by lot because the elections won't work. Eventually, yes. But they have to be real to work at all, and the sort of person who's good at gaining power under the old regime is almost certainly not the sort of person we want. You've seen that lot, it's all barons and the richest merchant in whatever backwater county. We – I, really – thought it was important to have people in that room who knew Cheliax and weren't just there to amass power. I probably ruined a fair number of lives that way, and I don't know if it'll be worth it. It's ugly compromises, all of it. But it's better than anything else I could think of, and that will have to be enough."