[ It might, if it weren't for certain rooftop incidents. Daud's look may say as much, though he doesn't speak the thought out loud. Not after Roy's just offered the map. Not after what Roy had admitted. ]
And you're a man who has particular ideas about his individuality.
[ He does believe Roy, mostly. Believes at least that Roy wants to attend. But he's seen too much of the man's dramatics, his shifting personae, to move ahead without lingering on this detail. ]
I'm also, also a few trifling steps away from uniting an entire country beneath benevolent rule and seeing to universal justice, social equality, and economic prosperity for all people. Not just the ones at the top.
[Spreading his hands magnanimously.]
Grays, remember? But if you're just looking for an answer: yes, I can follow orders. But no, I won't follow you into inescapable darkness.
[ Grays, indeed. Daud's not sure how far he can believe Roy's claims (and why shouldn't he? the man's shown plenty of capable ambition), and it doesn't really matter at the moment. If he cares to, he can think on it later.
He does shake his head at that final remark. (Shakes his head and hears unbidden: 'You can sigh and shake your head at someone else from now on.' Feels his jaw go tense again.) ]
The point of this is to keep you from going anywhere of the kind.
[ What Roy calls the darkness is something Daud hasn't fallen prey to in years. Not since he learned to see it as impractical and separate it from himself, kept at a distance and studied only with remove. Daud has no reason to expect to fall into it again. ]
All right.
We'll work every evening, an hour starting at eight. Does that suit you.
[...he snaps to immediate, and indeed capable attention. The man who made the map with such incredible detail. The man who followed Daud so dutifully, until the instant he couldn't. The man who told him that he was good, even if every event in his life suggested exactly the opposite.
The man who looked up to him in every regard, because he sensed it, because he knew, it was all the grays that made him worth believing in.]
[ It's at once reassuring and unsettling, seeing this change in Roy. (He's seen belief like this before, or belief that matches close enough. Attentiveness to his orders, to his aims. This isn't the same thing. This isn't the same thing. But it could be, couldn't it? He doesn't want to think about it. He absolutely ought to think about it.) Unsettling as well to recall how quickly the man can fall out of it.
But the point is to keep him from doing so, isn't it? The point is to give him a way of keeping steady. Daud realizes he's been looking at and past the wall, and draws his attention back to Roy. ]
Given recent developments, there may be days I need to alter the time.
[ He doesn't like it, but there's no use ignoring the situation. Depending on who does and doesn't show for the watch, depending on who understands the basics of patrol, he may need to supervise or fill in. ]
In those cases, I'll find you or leave a note under your door.
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You're still looking for more men, right? For that night watch of yours. My lieutenant, Riza Hawkeye, mentioned it to me. Very ambitious; dangerous, too, but that might be right up your alley. And speaking honestly, it's right up mine as well.
[Roy's eyes flicker upward, bright and full of hope. As a student surveys as a teacher, as Daud has now become. However, he's already learning all on his own: his words are coached humbly, though not to the point of outright groveling and subservience.]
If you'll have me, then count me in. Put me with my lieutenant -- and I promise you, we'll do great things.
[ Riza? He watches Roy for a long moment, then moves on, letting the pieces be what they will. (Odd, though, that the two should be connected. Or it's only odd in the moment; really, it makes as much sense as anything here. It's unexpected;that's all.) ]
Yes, for that watch of mine.
[ He lifts an eyebrow. ]
Most of the work will be monotonous. There's rarely room on patrol for 'great things.'
[Of course there are moments, could be moments where action becomes dire and deeds suddenly carry more weight. Mostly, though, it's waiting, watching, walking. ]
[ Sigh, indeed. Daud's just gonna... let that one pass for now. Pick your battles, etc. ]
I'll see that you're paired with Riza. As long as she agrees to the arrangement.
[ He mostly believes that she will, but it's no good putting two people together if they'll be in conflict the whole time. Which doesn't seem likely, but better to take care. ]
It's good you're joining.
[ He means it. And it's about as close to a compliment - 'it's good for the watch you're joining' - as Daud's willing to give right now. ]
[Which can be interpreted any number of ways, but judging from how his eyes soften -- openly ringed with affection, ever hopeful as mere moments before -- the compliment has been fully, and gratefully, returned. He's practically glowing. He's happy.
He's well. That's just the sort of man he is: one prone to lean on camaraderie, even when he probably shouldn't.]
[ It doesn't mean anything. They're words, nothing more. Words and a way of watching, the way Roy seems to beam in return. (He knows that look.) (Never mind.) (Never mind the ways it feels. It's nothing.) ]
You'll be keeping to the rooftops as much as possible. Be at your post on time, don't leave your area unless you spot something. I'll be observing everyone's first shift and supervising the first week or two, at least.
[ He tells Roy where the shift schedule can be found. Which would be dialogued out if this was a known fact right now oops. ]
[Not a single sarcastic remark escapes, not even so much as a smarmy glance. Roy rises, stiff and attentive, though it's not followed by a salute; Daud isn't military, and even if he was, Roy outranks him. It wouldn't be appropriate.
But he doesn't move a muscle. Doesn't look away. Remains standing, head held high, confidence brimming from every bone.
Daud should recognize what this means. Roy is waiting to be dismissed -- as a teacher dismisses a student, a sign of respect and reverence.]
[ He absolutely does recognize it. Instantly, like a shock. This. This, too, is familiar, and he feels a cold creeping up his limbs, up from the bottom of his spine, blossoming through this chest and into his throat. Almost without knowing it, he's straightened his back, standing straight before the man who's assumed that unmistakable posture. Daud knows he shouldn't have done that. Shouldn't be reacting to any of this the way he is, and yet, and yet, what other way is there?
The pause before speaking is longer than it should be, and though Daud's eyes are fixed on Roy's, they've gone somehow distant, as if at once here and elsewhere.
He appreciates the gesture. He's worried by the gesture. And it recalls so, so many scenes.
[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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And you're a man who has particular ideas about his individuality.
[ He does believe Roy, mostly. Believes at least that Roy wants to attend. But he's seen too much of the man's dramatics, his shifting personae, to move ahead without lingering on this detail. ]
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Well, I'm also an assassin. And I did bring down an entire empire -- just not single-handedly.
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My point exactly.
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[Spreading his hands magnanimously.]
Grays, remember? But if you're just looking for an answer: yes, I can follow orders. But no, I won't follow you into inescapable darkness.
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He does shake his head at that final remark. (Shakes his head and hears unbidden: 'You can sigh and shake your head at someone else from now on.' Feels his jaw go tense again.) ]
The point of this is to keep you from going anywhere of the kind.
[ What Roy calls the darkness is something Daud hasn't fallen prey to in years. Not since he learned to see it as impractical and separate it from himself, kept at a distance and studied only with remove. Daud has no reason to expect to fall into it again. ]
All right.
We'll work every evening, an hour starting at eight. Does that suit you.
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Sir.
[...he snaps to immediate, and indeed capable attention. The man who made the map with such incredible detail. The man who followed Daud so dutifully, until the instant he couldn't. The man who told him that he was good, even if every event in his life suggested exactly the opposite.
The man who looked up to him in every regard, because he sensed it, because he knew, it was all the grays that made him worth believing in.]
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But the point is to keep him from doing so, isn't it? The point is to give him a way of keeping steady. Daud realizes he's been looking at and past the wall, and draws his attention back to Roy. ]
Given recent developments, there may be days I need to alter the time.
[ He doesn't like it, but there's no use ignoring the situation. Depending on who does and doesn't show for the watch, depending on who understands the basics of patrol, he may need to supervise or fill in. ]
In those cases, I'll find you or leave a note under your door.
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You're still looking for more men, right? For that night watch of yours. My lieutenant, Riza Hawkeye, mentioned it to me. Very ambitious; dangerous, too, but that might be right up your alley. And speaking honestly, it's right up mine as well.
[Roy's eyes flicker upward, bright and full of hope. As a student surveys as a teacher, as Daud has now become. However, he's already learning all on his own: his words are coached humbly, though not to the point of outright groveling and subservience.]
If you'll have me, then count me in. Put me with my lieutenant -- and I promise you, we'll do great things.
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Yes, for that watch of mine.
[ He lifts an eyebrow. ]
Most of the work will be monotonous. There's rarely room on patrol for 'great things.'
[Of course there are moments, could be moments where action becomes dire and deeds suddenly carry more weight. Mostly, though, it's waiting, watching, walking. ]
I won't say we couldn't use you or your skills.
So long as we're clear.
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[He seems serious about it... however, there's also a certain twinkle in his gaze that hints at his usual mischief. Sigh.]
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I'll see that you're paired with Riza. As long as she agrees to the arrangement.
[ He mostly believes that she will, but it's no good putting two people together if they'll be in conflict the whole time. Which doesn't seem likely, but better to take care. ]
It's good you're joining.
[ He means it. And it's about as close to a compliment - 'it's good for the watch you're joining' - as Daud's willing to give right now. ]
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[Which can be interpreted any number of ways, but judging from how his eyes soften -- openly ringed with affection, ever hopeful as mere moments before -- the compliment has been fully, and gratefully, returned. He's practically glowing. He's happy.
He's well. That's just the sort of man he is: one prone to lean on camaraderie, even when he probably shouldn't.]
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You'll be keeping to the rooftops as much as possible. Be at your post on time, don't leave your area unless you spot something. I'll be observing everyone's first shift and supervising the first week or two, at least.
[ He tells Roy where the shift schedule can be found. Which would be dialogued out if this was a known fact right now oops. ]
I'll see you on duty.
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But he doesn't move a muscle. Doesn't look away. Remains standing, head held high, confidence brimming from every bone.
Daud should recognize what this means. Roy is waiting to be dismissed -- as a teacher dismisses a student, a sign of respect and reverence.]
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The pause before speaking is longer than it should be, and though Daud's eyes are fixed on Roy's, they've gone somehow distant, as if at once here and elsewhere.
He appreciates the gesture. He's worried by the gesture. And it recalls so, so many scenes.
When he speaks, his tone is clipped. ]
Roy. That's all. You're free to go.
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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. ]