India and Brazil sat together and stared at a dragon struggling to pull a sword from its stomach. Above it was an elegant white bird perched atop the shell of its former life.
Brazil’s eyes were drawn away from the mural and to the name plates that lined the conference table. United States, Russian Federation, China…
“We could be there,” she told India, eyes still ahead. “Before, it used to seem like a far-off dream. Maybe it still is. But, it feels closer now than it ever has. Is that a crazy thought?”
“No, it isn’t. I’ve thought it as well.” India paused a moment. “But, I have a fear.”
“What is it?”
“I remember what these people had to do to get where they are. I ask myself if I’m willing to do the same things. Often times the answer is yes, but other times I’m not as sure.” He turned to her and she met his earnest look. “We could be up there,” he said. “But do we really want to be?”