"Me? I'm just an old-school Representative from the Rust Belt. What do I have to compete with? Me running for Senate would be a joke!"
Murphy rattled off a countless list of difficulties.
Funding, geography, party support.
Each one was an insurmountable mountain.
"Look at his eyes, Leo."
Roosevelt's voice echoed in Leo's mind.
"He's listing the obstacles, but he hasn't said he doesn't want to."
"If he really didn't want it, he would have just laughed at your ignorance and walked away. But this exasperated act right now proves he's tempted."
"Fear is the shadow of ambition."
"The longer the shadow, the taller the object called ambition."
"He's just terrified by the sheer size of the gamble. You need to help him overcome that fear. Or rather, you need to use a greater temptation to help him devour that fear."
Leo looked at Murphy, who was still rambling on about the difficulties.
He suddenly reached out, grabbed Murphy by the shoulder, and forcefully cut off his complaints.
