Gideon cleared his throat lightly, drawing the group's attention as his gaze moved between the four of them, already thinking a step ahead. "Before we get carried away," he said, folding his arms with a thoughtful look, "shouldn't we decide who's taking which role first? If we delay that, we'll just end up wasting time figuring it out mid-round."
All four of them turned toward him, and for a brief second the weight of what he said settled over the group.
Then Nova stepped forward like he'd been waiting for exactly this moment his entire life, both fists clenched near his chest, eyes practically burning with renewed determination. "YES. That is exactly what we should do!" he declared, his voice carrying the full force of someone who had spent the last ten minutes being quietly devastated and was now overcompensating at maximum capacity. "This time we're doing it properly — no mistakes, no hesitation, we are clearing this round without question—"
Sylvia looked at him for a moment.
