One Rex answered, of course:
“Hans already gave you his diagnosis: you’re not okay. Not physically, not emotionally. And you’re not fully prepared to lead us in an operation like this either,” he snapped, standing in front of his leader with a defiant attitude. “That’s why I’m asking you to temporarily step down and let me take control of the situation. Peacefully.”
“You said ‘I want command.’ Now you’re asking?”
“Technicalities. You know what I mean, Lai.”
Then, just when I thought I might have to shout for someone to stop them (I could already see a savage fight destroying half my living room, though maybe I was exaggerating), Alexander’s face changed, and his expression turned anguished.
“Rex… why are you telling me this?” he asked.
“Because obviously you can’t handle anything rig
