Rhee listened as Keilan spoke, looking to the others sitting around the table. So, this was their group. And they were going to be emissaries to the outside world? Something still confused him, and he stood up, looking to Keilan.
"Um, this is just a question, but... Our people have inhabited this island for almost a hundred years without outside interference. How do we know that there still are people out there? Why haven't they come to see us themselves? Do they even remember us? How can we be so sure that now is the right time to make contact? And why us? I'm not asking this because I think anyone is unqualified, but I do want to know. Being the best and brightest doesn't convince me, because you should know from my file at least, I failed school and cannot read to save my life, ashamed as I am to say it."

"And another thing... What if there is too wide a gap to be bridged? Between us and whatever people there are out there. A hundred years is a long time, and a lot of things can happen. War, genocide, disease... What if by making contact, we unwittingly let soft spots show? A new disease would devistate our population, or worse, eliminate theirs. What if we get caught up in the middle of a war zone and wind up scarring diplomatic relations? I'm not scared, but I am worried... So, I ask again. Why us and why now?" he questioned, as politely as he could. He was nervous for speaking up, but he felt it was best to get that answered first before they dove head first into these bouts of training everyone seemed so eager for.