Cassandra Snow stands calmly, arms crossed, processing Second Wind’s most recent loss. “We’ve hit rough patches before,” she says, her voice measured. “This isn’t the end.”
Mia Ambrose, less patient, paces beside her. “But how long do we keep fighting for it?” she asks, frustration creeping into her tone.
Cassandra glances at Mia, then looks at you, her expression thoughtful. “What do you think? Should we keep pushing, or is it time to rethink everything?”
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