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Felix's final words landed like a thousand-pound hammer, shattering something deep-rooted within Zephlin.
He realized that he was utterly unable to argue back in Felix's presence.
"I... I'm tired..."
In the end, he gave in.
"I admit, what you said makes a lot of sense, but... I need some time to think." The haughty expression had vanished from Zephlin's face, replaced by a deeply conflicted look. He still seemed hesitant and torn.
Felix understood his concerns and didn't press him.
"I'm not trying to rush you, Zephlin." His voice softened, and he said gently, "I just want you to understand what we're doing and what our ideals are. As for whom you ultimately choose and what you decide to do... that's entirely up to you."
"Are you really not afraid to die?"
Zephlin asked hoarsely.
"If I can die for my ideals, I think it's worth it."
Felix gave him a meaningful look. "Besides, compared with the lives of tens of thousands of people still being oppressed, my sacrifice is insignificant if it means they can be freed."
After saying this, Felix turned to leave.
When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped. "Zephlin, you know? At first, I also thought the Freedom Liberation Front could never succeed. But when I met the Forerunner, he said something to me. Now I'll pass those words on to you."
"I hope that whenever we have even a little warmth to give, we give a little light. Even if we're as small as fireflies, we can still light up a little of the darkness. We don't have to wait for a torch.
"If the future has no torch, then let us... become the torches that light the way for others!"
With that, Felix left the room.
Let us... become the