"Mr. Lox, you should understand that it isn't that we are unwilling to agree to your request. The truth is, no country has the ability to do this."
"Whether it is the alliance across the Pacific or the other great powers, none of them will allow the power in their hands to slip away."
"Power and profit—the two things in this world that fascinate people most. Even an insignificant little country would never give up its pitiful share of interests."
"Your idea is good, but it isn't realistic. Even if you held a knife to their throats, those people would not let go. They would rather die than compromise."
"We are the beacon of the world, holding high the banner of freedom. We cannot possibly force other countries to do such a thing."
Lox listened seriously as the president before him laid out the pros and cons, sighing deeply and lamenting.
It was not difficult for Lox to see through what he was thinking.
He merely wanted to make it seem as though he desperately wished to accomplish this too, but lacked the ability to do so.
After all, not wanting to do something and being unable to do it were two different concepts.
"They're all just excuses."
Lox directly interrupted the president, maintaining eye contact with him.
The president had never seen eyes so cold and calm, like an invisible, massive vortex that swallowed all his excuses whole.
This had never been politics. Politics was about mutual compromise and mutual restraint.
What Lox had put forward was a demand, an order, with no room whatsoever for compromise.
"You all saw it with your own eyes. I can make Yellowstone Volcano disappear, and I can bring back an even more dangerous volcano. Even driving an asteroid into Earth would not