Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Freddie found himself in a predicament. They were actually exchanging words that neither had anything to do with chess nor were veiled or blatant threats. His problem was that he didn't want to stop although he felt like he should if only because they were rivals. What else did they do but fight?

Nothing else, but when the music turned softer and into something almost like a prayer devoted entirely to chess...he didn't say anything.