"You've truly listened to my words…" Sun Yat-sen's voice wavered with emotion.
"Nationalism, democracy, and livelihood.
Are they not the three pillars Qing so desperately needs? The central government's dismissal of uprisings as mere rebellion is proof of its decay."
Sun Yat-sen couldn't help but feel moved by the young man before him. For years, he had championed these ideals across the globe, and now, they were finally resonating.
"But you know as well as I do," the youth continued, "that hollow cries mean nothing without action."
"Of course. Our alliance is ready to shed blood for the revolution."
"Even if that means bowing your head to an enemy?"
The question gave Sun pause.
Could he humble himself for the cause?
"If my intentions are not distorted, I can endure anything," Sun answered resolutely.
"Then you must approach the Beiyang Army."
"Yuan Shikai cares only for power."
"But the Beiyang Army is the only force capable of challenging the Central Army."
