With Peter's delivery of the facts handled, it's her turn, and her hand rests on her cane to support her during it. Right now, she needs to breathe easy, keep in mind who this is for. Those that are here, and those that are not.
"Mr. Smith has said it well, but I would like to add my own thoughts. I know not everyone here holds even a glimpse of a good feeling towards the Captain, and believes that any change is impossible. Some of you believe that he ought to die for what we've been through, what other voyages have been through, and the machinations of his splintered self only add fuel to your fire. Here, all of that falls secondary to the fact that our own world is crumbling under our feet, and we are engaged with an entity of great power. We cannot do anything - we cannot live, we cannot fight for our own dignity, we cannot try to build a future - while this is happening. Whatever your personal feelings on the man who created this reality, you cannot let them be known without a reality to do it in.
"It feels difficult, it feels like it wants to drain all hope from you, it feels like in the face of all of this there is no way out. What I want to say is, there is always an exit. There is always a path worth striving for, even if it is the thinnest thread out of hell."
And she infuses her words, her face, with the utmost conviction, making the words not a maybe but a fact that no one else in this room can shake her from.
"Those who were taken from us, we will retrieve. No one will be left as a sacrifice. This is not the end. This is a trial to weather, and when we come out the other side, we will be able to resume our hope for something beyond this. Sparkles is one being. We are many. And it knows that, or else we would not be taken one at a time, to weave our way into the unknown. When you go in, you go with all the rest of us before you and behind you."
A pause, and she breathes.
"We're not asking you not to doubt, not to hurt, not to feel everything you do. It may seem contradictory, to ask you to fight and to play this twisted game in one breath, but sometimes, to play is the only way your opponent will end up showing their face. Even if that face is terrifying, even if their power seems great, remember this: A game that cannot be won is not a game at all - there will be an answer, and a victor. Right now, we have many chances to make sure that victor is us."
And now, with their appeal given, she steps a little closer to Peter, waiting for the inevitable responses that will come their way, because they will need to be answered.
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"Mr. Smith has said it well, but I would like to add my own thoughts. I know not everyone here holds even a glimpse of a good feeling towards the Captain, and believes that any change is impossible. Some of you believe that he ought to die for what we've been through, what other voyages have been through, and the machinations of his splintered self only add fuel to your fire. Here, all of that falls secondary to the fact that our own world is crumbling under our feet, and we are engaged with an entity of great power. We cannot do anything - we cannot live, we cannot fight for our own dignity, we cannot try to build a future - while this is happening. Whatever your personal feelings on the man who created this reality, you cannot let them be known without a reality to do it in.
"It feels difficult, it feels like it wants to drain all hope from you, it feels like in the face of all of this there is no way out. What I want to say is, there is always an exit. There is always a path worth striving for, even if it is the thinnest thread out of hell."
And she infuses her words, her face, with the utmost conviction, making the words not a maybe but a fact that no one else in this room can shake her from.
"Those who were taken from us, we will retrieve. No one will be left as a sacrifice. This is not the end. This is a trial to weather, and when we come out the other side, we will be able to resume our hope for something beyond this. Sparkles is one being. We are many. And it knows that, or else we would not be taken one at a time, to weave our way into the unknown. When you go in, you go with all the rest of us before you and behind you."
A pause, and she breathes.
"We're not asking you not to doubt, not to hurt, not to feel everything you do. It may seem contradictory, to ask you to fight and to play this twisted game in one breath, but sometimes, to play is the only way your opponent will end up showing their face. Even if that face is terrifying, even if their power seems great, remember this: A game that cannot be won is not a game at all - there will be an answer, and a victor. Right now, we have many chances to make sure that victor is us."
And now, with their appeal given, she steps a little closer to Peter, waiting for the inevitable responses that will come their way, because they will need to be answered.