"Choose a representative?"
Ezra read the words carved into the wall out loud. His voice echoed faintly in the enclosed room, thin and uncertain.
"It seems only one person can pass through that door," he continued, glancing between the three chairs bolted to the floor, "while the others wait here."
"If it's choosing a representative…"
Aliya turned toward Ezra, a soft smile forming on her lips.
"It has to be you, leader."
She walked without hesitation toward the chair on the right.
"Wait."
Bobby raised his voice before sitting down. His hands clenched tightly at his sides.
"Shouldn't we think about this properly? We can't keep relying on Ezra for everything."
His nails dug into his palms.
I haven't helped at all, he thought.
I've only been dragging him down, after I told him I won't.
"Well, he's stronger, smarter, and he's the leader… so?"
Lime tilted his head, clearly confused, as he moved toward the chair on the left.
"But… but…"
