Harabero's grin died soon after he finished speaking. After the two way tirade he had just witnessed unfold, he rested his head in his palm. He felt a tingling headache beginning to build up.
Alejandro sighed as his eyes crossed the room to each member present. Then the window. He set his hands firmly on the table that separated the three and he looked straight toward Chenzo with an unamused manner.
If the two of you came here to try and posture over each other then I have no business carrying this meeting on. Theres a wonderful local diner about two minutes away by spacecraft that I can direct you to, if you wish. You have not actually answered any of the concerns brought forth to you, instead you've chosen to circle your reasoning.
You misunderstand your position. Your word on what you've done and what you can do gets trumped by the firsthand experience of knowing that it doesn't mean anything if it can't be utilized for any good purpose. I've yet to see it be manifested in a useful way toward our nation. Your word is worth little when not paired with tangible action. And thats something that we are just not finding. Currently your reasoning is based upon your word, and that is something that doesn't hold enough weight to make me reconsider lowering our defenses.
I believe we have served our purpose and my judgment is more clear than ever. Unless you can give me some actual reason why we should trust the Nomads, then I have more important matters to attend. If they wanted to extend their hand, they would have and they still have the ability to. Don't entertain me with the facade that they only needed us to "understand them" first. Unfortunately, you took the opportunity to engage in a meaningful discussion that may have made me rethink my position, no less, and tried to use it to slander a Maltese Don who has expanded the Orange Dream far more than I've seen you accomplish. I don't care about emotions, I care about results, Señor. And you can't promise me any results.
