The older man spoke up again. "Listen, Sloane. I have known that you were not supposed to be limited to this place all your life. You are meant for much greater things. You are young and full of potential, so you cannot remain in this place.
Let us old geezers hold off whatever is coming. Our potential is already used up, and we are much closer to reaching our limits. If we have to use our lives to buy you young ones more time to grow, then we will be willing to do so.
You, kids, are our future. We are fighting for the future, and sacrifices must be made even if we have to sacrifice our own lives for it. No more arguing with me, and leave this place to us and take your mother with you."
Sloane quietly listened to each word.
Frustration was visible on his face as he struggled with coming to terms with that kind of order.
He wanted to revolt against each word, but he could detect how serious the other party was being.
