Joe looks at Nelly seriously and says,
“Peter Thiel called Greta the antichrist. If he can call a teenage climate activist that, imagine what he’ll say about you, Nelly. Be ready — the billionaire boys’ club doesn’t like women who threaten their empires of data and debt. They’ll call you Antichrista, the singer who dares to sing Jubilee.”
Nelly raises an eyebrow, half-smiling.
“Antichrista? That’s poetic,” she says. “Let them talk. Maybe I’ll make it a song.”
Joe nods.
“Just remember: in the tarot, 6 is The Lovers, and 7 is The Chariot. Love must take the wheel if we’re gonna ride through this storm. They’ll try to turn love into war, unity into division — but that’s our test. The chariot only moves when both horses pull in the same direction.”
He takes her hand.
“They’ll call you names, but that’s because you threaten their false gods. Keep driving, Nelly. Don’t let them steer your destiny.”
