[That's it. Just his name, simple as could be, and then he turns to go.
Walks back to the door, pauses there. Seems to consider something. And then does it, brushing his hand along the wall. Staking his claim, as if to say I made it here, and don't you forget it. Don't you forget the promises we both made to each other.
Daud at least won't have to suffer any further burden of eye contact, as he makes a gracefully silent exit after that.]
[ It's too much. Whatever he's meant to make of that gesture - and Daud has a pretty good idea - it's too much on top of everything else, this entire conversation, what he'd said and all those recollections now crowding for recognition. So he sinks down onto the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor.
It's good that Roy came to him. Good that Roy wants to avoid another disaster. Fortunate as well that the man's going to be joining the watch, because they do need the bodies and Daud knows the man's skilled. Even leading him inside hadn't been such a bad call, given what they'd been discussing, what might have come up again.
But something, something isn't sitting right. Daud can't tell whether it's what happened just now or what all of this recalls. (So many years. So many faces. How often had he been addressed as 'Sir' and how natural had it seemed and why, why does all of this sit awry now?) He doesn't want to sort through the mess. It'll settle out eventually and if the problem's something present, he'll know. He only needs time.
He has twenty minutes until he needs to go check on the watch. If things haven't settled out by then, he'll just have to muddle through. Make it work. And so he will. ]
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[That's it. Just his name, simple as could be, and then he turns to go.
Walks back to the door, pauses there. Seems to consider something. And then does it, brushing his hand along the wall. Staking his claim, as if to say I made it here, and don't you forget it. Don't you forget the promises we both made to each other.
Daud at least won't have to suffer any further burden of eye contact, as he makes a gracefully silent exit after that.]
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It's good that Roy came to him. Good that Roy wants to avoid another disaster. Fortunate as well that the man's going to be joining the watch, because they do need the bodies and Daud knows the man's skilled. Even leading him inside hadn't been such a bad call, given what they'd been discussing, what might have come up again.
But something, something isn't sitting right. Daud can't tell whether it's what happened just now or what all of this recalls. (So many years. So many faces. How often had he been addressed as 'Sir' and how natural had it seemed and why, why does all of this sit awry now?) He doesn't want to sort through the mess. It'll settle out eventually and if the problem's something present, he'll know. He only needs time.
He has twenty minutes until he needs to go check on the watch. If things haven't settled out by then, he'll just have to muddle through. Make it work. And so he will. ]