"You want me to approach... Urenia? In that occupied hellhole?"
"What else then?"
Rove's expression didn't change at all, as if discussing something utterly mundane. "Jeb, wake up! The situation has changed! Mexico and the United States, after all, they're all North Americans! Who can say for sure what the future landscape will be? You can't put all your eggs in a basket that's about to sink."
Saying that, Rove extended his hand, casually patting Jeb's stiff arm twice.
"Think about yourself, think about the Bush family. Sometimes, being flexible isn't betrayal, but the wisdom of survival." Rove gave Jeb a deep look, as if to say, "I can only hint this much to you."
