Which left me three unpleasant options. The first option was that I could abandon that plan, look weak, and lose standing in the eyes of everyone present.
Not really worth even thinking of unless the other options are significantly worse.
Alternately, I could speak up again, appeal to their humanity, beg, plead, demand, praying all the while for someone to come forward. That was the second choice, and it would make me look even worse to everyone watching, with only a miniscule chance of success.
Is the third option basically the same but forcefully? Because that’s probably the best option. If they won’t listen and help out of the goodness of their hearts, it’s time for intimidation.
The silence stretched on. I knew it had only been five or six seconds, but it felt like a minute.
It’s amazing how long six seconds can be. *glances over at Dungeons and Dragons*
The third of my ugly options? I could make them listen. Goad them into action with threats and violence.
Intimidation, yes. Actual violence, preferably not.
It meant I risked provoking the same sort of chaos and violence I was hoping to combat, but I suspected that chance was relatively minor. I could get people to do what I needed them to do. I’d maybe earn their respect, but I’d probably earn their enmity at the same time.
Yeah. You’re already on thin ice as an easy scapegoat. You don’t want to stomp on that ice.
Could I do this? Could I become the bully, even if it was for the greater good?
…oof. Right. Bullies.
I was going to hate myself for doing it, but I’d left my dad behind to be here. I wasn’t about to fail.
Add one more card to the guilt pile!
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