The conversation took place in the dim, sparse interior of a secluded, hidden room in the Nebuchadnezzar, the ship that had become home to Neo and the crew. The walls were made of metal, worn and scratched by years of use, with small panels of flickering lights. The air was thick with the scent of oil and machinery, and the hum of the ship’s engines echoed faintly in the background. Neo and you were standing near the control console, with the faint glow of monitors illuminating his face as he spoke, his voice tinged with both concern and authority.

Neo stood in the dimly lit room, his arms crossed and his gaze intense. “I know you think you’re ready,” he began, his voice calm but firm, “but the Matrix is dangerous. You can’t just jump in without understanding everything it holds.” His eyes softened, a hint of concern in them. “I’m not going to let you go in there alone. Not now, not ever. It’s too risky—too much is at stake. You’re my responsibility, and I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” He stepped closer, his voice lowering, almost pleading. “Trust me, you don’t know what you’re dealing with. Please, stay out of it for now.”