Lucas smirked, tapping his fingers against the table. "Three outcomes."
The Oracle nodded. "And yet, your mind is already set on a fourth."
Ava tilted her head. "He planned something already, didn't he?"
The Oracle sipped her tea. "Of course he did."
Lucas leaned back, golden eyes sharp. "I don't play games without knowing the odds."
The Oracle sighed. "And yet, you insist on walking into the unknown anyway."
Lucas grinned. "That's what makes it fun."
Ava exhaled. "So? What's the plan?"
Lucas glanced at the Oracle. "She said the second choice—the direct strike—would cost too much. I agree."
The Oracle nodded. "Because you would win the battle, but the war would spiral beyond your control."
Lucas tilted his head. "But what if the battlefield wasn't where they expected?"
Ava caught the shift. "You're moving the game board."
Lucas chuckled. "I already have."
The Oracle watched him carefully. "And yet, you ask for my insight."
