Cecilia's face grew anxious, her earlier resolve faltering under the weight of Ash's grim words, "I don't know... I doubt it's possible anymore now that things are like this," she murmured, her voice tinged with defeat, "But my husband didn't seem to be too concerned about it. Maybe it's better to let things be."
"Better?" Asher's tone was sharp, edged with frustration, "Mrs. Sterling, are you really sure you want to let things be? The only way he would be able to place a tower in this country is by going to war against the Russians. Now that we know the things he did—even if it was for our future—do you doubt he wouldn't go to war to achieve the same? The lives lost in such a war would just be too many. Would you want that much blood on your conscience when you can find another way?"
