Yeshua let his "thoughtful" words sink in. He thought that this was a waste of time now; no one wanted to share their Framework's information since they are to be battling each other soon. As everyone broke into their own conversations, it was almost confirmed that Alexei would be their leader. Whether it was a foul jealousy or a deeper longing to lead, Yeshua felt bitter about the predicament. He realised his emotions were letting him get the better of him. This was not going to happen again. The pilot decided he would lead his feelings of this from now on, as much as he could. 

The room's acoustics dropped as the walls came closer to him , pushing him to the limit. His holopad, the only thing he could need when it came to leisure, was retrieved from his pocket and his thumbs began tapping at the cold screen. It was all very cold. No draught could be felt but a cold current swam above them like a vulture searching for its prey. If there was to be an enemy, Yeshua thought, it was the sky. 

[i]Yes. The sky is the enemy. That sounds inspirational.[/i]

He flicked through a few non-existent pages on his holographic device and quickly wrote down the phrase. It was all he needed to continue through - the solidarity of a powerful phrase. Words had guided him through all of his life, until this point, where no words of gratitude or persuasive nature could save him from dying. If he was to fail by fighting, he would win by thinking. 

Noticing how lost he was in his own self-absorption, the boy put his own holopad on the table everyone was gathered on and laid it down, sitting sternly on one of the cold seats. With speed, his fingers passed through hundreds of photos before projecting a particular ensemble; it was a compilation of all their faces, official photos taken by the company that trained them.