[ Minerva group chat must have been on fiiiiiiiiiire. ]

A gadfly's wings can't bear the weight of responsibility, the inertia of bureaucracy, the strain of compromise.

[ He glances over the fallen chess pieces, leans to pick up the white queen, and tosses it to Gil. ]

What a shame that you want her to succeed. Or, at least, that you want her world rather than mine.

[ But there's no rancor in the words or gesture. Not toward Gil, anyway. ]