"I can tell it's your first time dealing with such high-level officials."
On the train to Berlin, Elliot was still thinking about the matters concerning the Graham family.
Sevens took it quite lightly, shrugging his shoulders, "You're going to Berlin now, and there are plenty of people like him. You need to learn to adapt."
"Adapt... to what? He was... he was..."
Just as Elliot looked up, intending to express how he felt at the time, Sevens softly hushed him.
"Shh—it's not good to talk about this. In any case, you now know what's going on. We're like a ragtag band, barefoot from Foxstone.
Obviously, we're lacking in experience with such large political events, and it's good that the European Union is sending people to guide us."
Clearly, this "guidance" needs quotation marks, and any ideological training was never part of the plan.
Elliot looked utterly bewildered, and even Lille furrowed his brow slightly—
