The Final Dawn - A

'I can't do this.''But I have to.'Khun prepares to face the world. "“Everyone,” he called out, in a calm voice that carried all the way to the opposite wall. “Could I have your attention for a minute?”All the bodies stopped moving, turning toward him, a dozen gazes snapping to his, surprised, intrigued, waiting. Khun felt the nerves create a tightness in his throat, but he swallowed around it. His palms were moist, curled into fists, but he forced his articulations to relax, forced his hands to go lax.Once he knew he had all the attention on him, he sat down. He lowered himself in front of the tea table, slowly, until he was kneeling on the carpet. A silent invitation for them to gather in the living room, on the other side of the table. He looked front, at the rest of his friends, grave, and spoke solemnly.“I…”He pressed his lips together, pushing through the mess of his emotions to continue.“There is something that I need to tell you.”" Or: Should the Hypotheticals become the Inevitable. What if Khun spoke to his team instead of keeping it in.