Inside the stone-clad meeting room of the Knights' building, the air was still heavy with the lingering thoughts of earlier conversation. Commander Alec sat with his arms crossed, his gaze fixed not at his companion but at the table between them. General Charis, seated across, leaned forward, fingers steepled, watching Commander Alec with a knowing calm.
"I shouldn't have said that," Commander Alec muttered at last, breaking the silence. "About Luke. About meeting God. I—"
He exhaled hard.
"He just woke up. And I go and throw doubt at him."
General Charis tilted his head thoughtfully.
"It's human, Alec. When a man says he met God, even we, the ones who worship Him, will wonder. Questioning isn't disbelief—it's instinct. Especially when the stakes are this high."
Commander Alec finally looked up.
"Still. He's done more for us in mere weeks than most knights have in years. It didn't feel right."
