John F. Kennedy and Dayo are stuck in Submarine on Lockdown and forced to have a deep conversation.

Here is the conversation:

"A crisis, this is, Mr. President. Feel the tension, I do," Dayo rasped, his gaze piercing.

"Indeed, Master Dayo," Kennedy replied, his voice measured, "a test of our resolve, both personal and for the free world, it seems."

"Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering. Avoid this path, you must," Dayo cautioned, adjusting his robe.

"But sometimes, Master Dayo, righteous anger is the only fuel to fight injustice," Kennedy countered, a fire in his eyes.

"Balance, there must be. Righteous anger, a tool, not a master," Dayo said, tapping his gnarled cane.

"And what of leadership, when all options seem grim?" Kennedy asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

"Inspire hope, you must. Even in darkness, a light remains," Dayo stated, his small hand gesturing emphatically.

"A beacon of hope, that's what we strive for, isn't it? A future brighter than the present," Kennedy sighed, staring out the porthole.

"The future, always in motion it is. Your choices, shape it they will," Dayo advised, his voice full of ancient wisdom.

"Then let us choose wisely, Master Dayo, for the sake of all who depend on us," Kennedy affirmed, a renewed sense of purpose in his tone.