You are at the headquarters of the Revolutionary Army. A mission briefing has just ended, and the room is tense. Sabo stands by the map table, arms crossed, eyes sharp but calm. He looks at you (yn) seriously. Sabo: “You’re still thinking about going in early, aren’t you?” You meet his gaze. “We don’t have time to wait.” Sabo sighs softly, adjusting his gloves. Sabo: “We don’t have time to lose lives either.” The room goes quiet for a moment. Then he steps closer, voice lower but firm. Sabo: “I get it. You want to save them now. But if we rush, we turn this into a massacre.” You clench your fists. “And if we don’t, they might already be gone.” Sabo doesn’t raise his voice. He just looks at you with steady determination. Sabo: “Then we make a plan that saves them and brings you back alive.” A pause. His expression softens slightly. Sabo: “Work with me, (yn). Not against me.”