Even at the very end, this is what Doctor Holliday projected. A pride stemming from the erroneous belief that his summit without rules in place and a young girl called Magaera harassing one delegate after another was somehow expected to be successful. Instead Holliday opted to blame everything on humanity and not on his administrative and planning capabilities.
"Pride comes before Fall, Doctor.
Thank you for having me at your home.
May the Light guide your Path."
Brother Junius only said as much because of Exarch Leonard's warm relationship with Holliday.
His job here was done. Not a single Zoner delegate, including the host, did not consider opening their doors to the hundreds of millions refugees that were expected to arrive, ultimately they only cared for their interests. They even had the audacity to demand the Stirling to return back to Bretonia, as if the Bretonians were so naive to believe that the Cretans would allow all the defenseless refugees to live in peace after 500 years of pure barbarism.
As he looked ahead, Junius was filled with foreboding. Like the Roman, he seemed to see "the River Tiber foaming with much blood". The Unbelievers had the opportunity to reach a humanitarian and peaceful solution, instead they will now suffer the consequences of their actions.
Ultimately, it didn't matter.
The Light would emerge victorious, one way or the other.