Alexander's gaze blazed with a defiant light even as his external composure remained stern.
Doom and gloom. Everyone speaks of inevitable catastrophe as if accepting failure before the battle even begins. As if preparation itself is pointless because the outcome is predetermined. I refuse this narrative!
He spoke aloud, his voice cutting through the oppressive atmosphere gloriously.
"I care not for all these talks of doom and gloom that everyone seems set to perpetuate," Alexander said, his tone holding admonishment that made Seraphina's eyes widen with shock.
"Were you not a supposed leader of your Civilization? You were grand. You were bright. How can you sit here and speak like this...as if defeat is the only possible outcome?"
He leaned forward slightly, his Enneagram spinning faster.
