An uneasy silence settled over the room, broken only by stray whispers and the rattle of tea cups emerging from the kitchen.
After a few long minutes, Oak leaned forward. “Edward,” he said with a softer tone, “You must forgive my abruptness. In situations like these, I prefer to avoid thinking about the maybe's. Speculation is generally pointless. When the time for action presents itself, I am sure there will be many options before us. I think there is still much we do not know, and much more for us to learn before that time is upon us.”
