[ WP ] Humanity has just beat an alien race at it 's challenge and they feel honor bound to commit a rave-wide suicide . Describe humans talking them down from the `` ledge ''

The words drifted to our ears, like announcements at a fair, from aboard their great ship. It hung in atmosphere, but threatened to leave. In fact, they had begun the countdown to do so. To retreat to a safe distance and self-destruct, for honor. To take their own defeat respectably. 
 
 `` Humanity... Knows so little, of *honor*. Of *respect* and commanding it... There exists so much more to honor than pure physical, *pragmatic* analysis. For your race - the now Honored - honor is merely a primal fear, an assessment of danger. That we have failed to best you, we are most grieved, for so it will be that the transcendent glory of *honor* will be lost in your subjective history, as do the values of all your defeated. 
 
 `` Though there are some among you, in times past, and as we understand, that have been willing to die for *honor, * we can find none to have taken the concept further and lay down their lives *and others', * to preserve that most wonderful gift. 
 
 `` It is with greatest sorrow that we witness the desecration of our species, which, previously Most Honored, and having been *honorably* defeated by the *previously* least honorable race, must now descend and be reviled below the dust of the cosmos.'' 
 
 Our communications equipment was being hastily set up as the broadcast echoed quietly to our ears. The Commander in Chief had a dilemma on his hands, which he discussed fervently with his Vice President and the present members of his Cabinet. 
 
 `` Of *course* they have to go dramatize everything. Luke, what do you think'd be the easiest way to get them to'', he pinched the bridge of his nose, then waved his hand, `` *realize? * I'm really seeing only two options here; we tell them or we do n't. Help me out.'' 
 
 The Vice President closed the tablet he'd been scrutinizing and received a communication line from a worker. 
 
 `` I'm afraid that's all there is to it, sir. As I see it, the question rests on what action they might take based on whether we tell them.'' He handed the cord off to the next technician. Tapping his tablet, he added, `` As I see it, the data suggests an extreme honor-based society, but also somewhat of a... different idea of what honor is. To them, it's more like the idea of realizing every good potential. Except they place *huge* gravity on failing. Apparently, it's better to quit while you're ahead.'' 
 
 `` So, like our friends in the Orient.'' 
 
 `` An extreme version of them, sure.'' 
 
 The two split to make way as a satellite trailer trundled through the chaos. As they rejoined, the Vice President offered another analogy, his hands gyrating. 
 
 `` Or even imagine a kid playing his racing game, and restarting the event every time he has a problem.'' 
 
 Finally, but sooner than expected, the President was handed a microphone and shown the `` on'' switch. Being the great orator he was, and due to the urgency of the situation, he immediately went into action. 
 
 `` What's this I hear, of the mighty Keloreet, that they might *possibly* be requiring *suicide* of their innocent children and civilians? The ones whose connection to the war is but tenuous? As if it was on *their* honor that the Keloreet lost?'' 
 
 He was pacing, eyes glued to that heavy thing in the sky. They were silent, passive; perhaps surprised at the sudden response to their monologue. 
 
 `` The ones whose *greatest* contribution to your war was in encouraging their parents? Telling them surely they would gain the victory, even though they did not know that, and could not, and were not believed?'' 
 
 This time, he waited. The microphone waited at his side for their silence to break. 
 
 `` It is a lethal shame to have served, in any way, such a defiled race as the... *Kelo... reet. *'' 
 
 In a snap, the President's microphone was at his lips again, receiving spittle as he did what he did best. 
 
 `` But how could they have *known? * When was it that the Keloreet discovered they had lost? Was it Mombasa? Was it the Battle of the Foaming Sea? Do you *honestly* mean to tell me *every single one of you* should have been able to predict the outcome of this war, or else they are nothing better than *dirt? *
