[It's too easy. It's too easy, it relies too heavily on Roy, and there's too great a chance of information slipping through. The way Roy speaks of it, anyway. The way Roy seems so contented with his proposition. ]
Somehow, that doesn't ease my reservations.
I don't wholly distrust your judgment, Roy, [ which, really, is a lot for Daud to say ] but I question your discretion in selecting information. You know I won't have you wasting my time; I also have no interest in being left in the dark.
My Lieutenant will be present in every meeting to ensure nothing goes awry. She does a real bang up job, and if I'm being totally frank with you, I'd trust her with my life. Nothing slips past the hawk's eyes -- I'd stake my entire reputation on that.
[There's validity in Daud's concern, however, and he leans forward to address it more directly.]
If you're still unsure, come to just one meeting. You can see for yourself if I've got a handle on it or not, then make your decision.
[ Hearing that Riza will be involved adds some measure of ease. Though Daud doesn't know the woman particularly well, he's observed her easy care in conversations, seen some keenness of her observations, witnessed her finesse in battle.
He cocks his head. ]
She's sharp.
[ 'Sharp' meaning discerning. 'Sharp' meaning ready and equipped to kill. Meaning swift to comprehend. Meaning she has some small but not-insignificant measure of his confidence. ]
...One meeting.
[ Maybe. Hopefully. It's one too many in his opinion, but he'd rather view the operation for himself. It'll give Roy's reports greater context. It'll help him determine whether he's really hearing everything he needs to know. ]
Funny how two words -- just two, forgetting all the rest -- makes him feel like he just achieved the biggest victory of all. Approval from Daud. Approval from the man he disappointed. Approval from someone who handed it out like fire, like it burned both himself and whoever he gave it to, for how much it scalded his pride and principles.
Roy nods his head, lifts his glass. Says nothing more.
In the end, it's still Daud's game. He's just playing by his rules and hoping that he will continue to allow it. That he continues to be in the same space he needs to occupy for the sake of proving something higher, something better, to himself.]
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[Damn. Right on the nose there.]
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Eyebrows raised, Daud lets the remark stand. Watches. Lets it pass. ]
Anything else I should know about this Senate's activities?
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[Roy leans back in his chair and dares to look satisfied with this exchange. Whatever you would even call it.]
You don't need to do a damn thing. I'll take care of it.
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Somehow, that doesn't ease my reservations.
I don't wholly distrust your judgment, Roy, [ which, really, is a lot for Daud to say ] but I question your discretion in selecting information. You know I won't have you wasting my time; I also have no interest in being left in the dark.
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[There's validity in Daud's concern, however, and he leans forward to address it more directly.]
If you're still unsure, come to just one meeting. You can see for yourself if I've got a handle on it or not, then make your decision.
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He cocks his head. ]
She's sharp.
[ 'Sharp' meaning discerning. 'Sharp' meaning ready and equipped to kill. Meaning swift to comprehend. Meaning she has some small but not-insignificant measure of his confidence. ]
...One meeting.
[ Maybe. Hopefully. It's one too many in his opinion, but he'd rather view the operation for himself. It'll give Roy's reports greater context. It'll help him determine whether he's really hearing everything he needs to know. ]
All right.
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Funny how two words -- just two, forgetting all the rest -- makes him feel like he just achieved the biggest victory of all. Approval from Daud. Approval from the man he disappointed. Approval from someone who handed it out like fire, like it burned both himself and whoever he gave it to, for how much it scalded his pride and principles.
Roy nods his head, lifts his glass. Says nothing more.
In the end, it's still Daud's game. He's just playing by his rules and hoping that he will continue to allow it. That he continues to be in the same space he needs to occupy for the sake of proving something higher, something better, to himself.]