Four people sat in a meeting room.
The atmosphere was heavy and tense.
Irwin sat in one of the chairs and looked at the table, his eyes wet with tears.
Carl looked with seriousness at the two people on the other side of the table.
Ramona Illium was rubbing the bridge of her nose.
Hera Marion looked at the table with deep thought.
Silence.
"What do we do now?" Carl asked.
Ramona sighed. "It's not up to us."
"It's up to Nick," Hera said without looking up from the table. "What we do doesn't matter."
"He was the victim, and whatever he wants to do is what will happen."
"The best thing we can hope for is that Nick won't fault Solace," Hera said.
"I don't think he will," Carl said. "I spoke to him, and he seemed like a genuine guy."
