[ 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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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.]