I called a team meeting in the dressing room, my voice a low, soft murmur, but full of quiet, compassionate conviction. I told them about the situation, about the offers, about the pressure, about the reality we were facing. I told them that Connor and Eze were free to go, that I would not stand in their way, that they had earned the right to pursue their own dreams, their own beautiful, chaotic, unstoppable destinies.
Connor and Eze, our two heroes, our two beautiful, chaotic, unstoppable forces of nature, stood up, their faces a mask of quiet, compassionate determination.
"We're not going anywhere, gaffer," Connor said, his voice a low, soft murmur, but full of quiet, compassionate conviction that was as strong and as true as the earth itself. "We finish what we started. We see this through to the end. Together."
