[ Hard not to bite further. Lean into it. Easy, easy, easy. ]
You asked, you asked about my people, my land, why I went to England, about the English I know. You questioned how I could do any of it, and then when I told you, you talked about your people, so yes, Kitty, I am confused. I care for you, like my own family, but I do not know what you want from me.
I talked about my people, 'cause during war, my people suffer. Because that's always how it goes. They always round up the poor and shove them in front of the enemies' guns, and then they turn a profit off our deaths. They turn our corpses into money to stuff into their fat stupid pockets. They -
[ She's getting off-track. She shakes her head, sharply, then says - ]
What I want is for you not to act like - Honestly, like you have it worse. You've just got it different. I mean - you say that if an Englishman came to your country, his word would be worth more than yours and all that. Well, my Englishmen aren't allowed to go to other countries. We're not permitted to travel, not unless we get sent there by a magician to work or manage to forge papers pretending that's the case. You say that our word would be worth more - Well, I've sat in court and had someone from the government look me in the face and tell me that my word was rubbish and worthless and that I was probably a criminal and a thug for having the audacity to get attacked by a magician. Every day, we're watched by surveillance spheres that report back on everything we do - Every day, we die in factories - And every day, people disappear because a magician walked by and they didn't look at 'em with proper adulation and the magician got angry. Or the magician wanted them, and they said no, so the magician sends his demons to kill them. That happened with a man I knew - a magician murdered his wife 'cause his wife refused to leave Mr Pennyfeather for the magician. And when they're not killed outright, we don't know where they go. Usually they're taken to the Tower to be tortured, we know that, but sometimes they're just disappeared - eaten, maybe, by the Night Police. And sometimes they come back, and that makes it worse, that sometimes they'll survive it, because it means there's nothing you can count on, you can't even give up hope when they disappear. And we're shoved into schools, locked into schools, where they force-feed us propaganda every single day so that we don't even know that it's not all normal and good. They control all the news that reaches our ears and all the stories we hear, and they put on plays that are laced through with propaganda to just keep making us think what they want us to think, and they keep us illiterate so we can't even read and think for ourselves. And so everyone stays docile. We all stay quiet and sweet and polite and we die in their wars and we die in their factories and we die for their pleasure and they make money off it, every time, all the time, and we can't hide and can't escape.
[ She reaches up and drags her sleeve along her eyes, dashing away the tears that have sprung up. ]
So please don't tell me how wicked my people are. I swear, I'll scream if you do.
[ Lakshmi is, ultimately would always be, a woman of so many reactions - part no doubt of the issues she has here. That directness she uses with both hands.
But it has and remains the only one that makes sense to her. To move and act and strike.
So it is not welcome perhaps, she isn't sure. Kitty would not be the first one to seem to act like care and affection were plague ridden actions - but she grips Kitty's forearm, the other to her cheek. Not an embrace, but enough that she can wipe the stray tear that leaks for her. ]
Look at me, please?
[ for once, it's a question. Not just a barked demand like she knows she talks to most. ]
[ Really, as if she could ever let that just sit? ]
No one ever said it would, but do you know what else matters? Being reminded from time to time, you aren't alone and that people care for no other reason than they want to.
[ Could her good for nothing parents not even manage that. ]
[ She lifts her chin up and - not to go away, it's just to tug her in, wrap her arms around her shoulder and rest her chin on the top of her head. ]
I am sure you are.
[ Which is to say, she's getting a hug, regardless. Because there was a lot to be said about what should and should not be done, what has and has not, what is deserved.
But how different the world might be, if there was but a breath of kindness, from time to time. ]
[ Kitty is stiff in her arms, but doesn't pull away. Indeed, after a moment - in a rare concession - she even lifts a hand and puts it awkwardly on Lakshmi's arm. Not quite hugging back, but... ]
The point of saying all this wasn't to make you sad.
[ It's a concession that makes her smile - and for the sake of Kitty's pride, she says nothing about. No good spoiling it by teasing her, for once, rather she leans to press a kiss on her forehead. ]
No more than I told you all that to make you feel guilty either. But it would take a stone not to feel something after hearing all that.
[ She clears her throat. Dropping her gaze to the floor for the first time since they've spoken. Detangling from her, her hand lifts, thoughtfully to brush against the tikka in her hair, the bindi on her brow in a trail as she moved through from choice to another. ]
Do you want this Kitty, do you really want to fight? I do not mean, just to learn to wield weapons. Do you truly want to end Tevinter's rule, the slavery, the mistreatment of so many of us around us?
[ Lakshmi nods - and there is no mistaking it, there is utter approval in her gaze. Firm, direct, a flicker of smile before she goes on. ]
Good, then I can teach you everything I have learned in the last decades. Just war or just assassination won't be enough by themselves, more is needed than either can provide. Then you can take it, everything you know, and teach others when I am gone.
[ Here is the thing, isn't it? Whether that room she had called together or not, understood it. She shakes her head. ]
Being very hard to kill and unaging, does not make you unkillable. I've seen enough Knights die, killed them myself, to know that. One day, no doubt, someone will kill me too.
[ And as much as Kitty means it as a joke, she knows, light-hearted dig at her great gift. It pulls there, scared, a moment. Before it's covered in a sharp gruff little cough.
I will not lose another one. ]
Not if I have anything to say about it. [ But she clears her throat, and does as she always had. Carries on. ] Now come one. You need to finish drinking and eating. Then we have training to do and we've lost the early hours already.
[ Kitty wrinkles her nose, clearly not well pleased by the fact that they still have to go out into the cold and exercise after all this. Well, whatever - She grabs for the food and eats it without any great enthusiasm.
Between bites: ]
Well, then you oughtn't have come in the early hours. We wouldn't have squabbled half so viciously if we had been well-rested, you know.
When has the time of day ever stopped us? [ And there is an indignant little sniff. ] Besides, I let you sleep in. It is only dawn. I've already done my morning ride.
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Date: 2019-02-09 12:37 pm (UTC)[ Hard not to bite further. Lean into it. Easy, easy, easy. ]
You asked, you asked about my people, my land, why I went to England, about the English I know. You questioned how I could do any of it, and then when I told you, you talked about your people, so yes, Kitty, I am confused. I care for you, like my own family, but I do not know what you want from me.
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Date: 2019-02-09 12:57 pm (UTC)[ She's getting off-track. She shakes her head, sharply, then says - ]
What I want is for you not to act like - Honestly, like you have it worse. You've just got it different. I mean - you say that if an Englishman came to your country, his word would be worth more than yours and all that. Well, my Englishmen aren't allowed to go to other countries. We're not permitted to travel, not unless we get sent there by a magician to work or manage to forge papers pretending that's the case. You say that our word would be worth more - Well, I've sat in court and had someone from the government look me in the face and tell me that my word was rubbish and worthless and that I was probably a criminal and a thug for having the audacity to get attacked by a magician. Every day, we're watched by surveillance spheres that report back on everything we do - Every day, we die in factories - And every day, people disappear because a magician walked by and they didn't look at 'em with proper adulation and the magician got angry. Or the magician wanted them, and they said no, so the magician sends his demons to kill them. That happened with a man I knew - a magician murdered his wife 'cause his wife refused to leave Mr Pennyfeather for the magician. And when they're not killed outright, we don't know where they go. Usually they're taken to the Tower to be tortured, we know that, but sometimes they're just disappeared - eaten, maybe, by the Night Police. And sometimes they come back, and that makes it worse, that sometimes they'll survive it, because it means there's nothing you can count on, you can't even give up hope when they disappear. And we're shoved into schools, locked into schools, where they force-feed us propaganda every single day so that we don't even know that it's not all normal and good. They control all the news that reaches our ears and all the stories we hear, and they put on plays that are laced through with propaganda to just keep making us think what they want us to think, and they keep us illiterate so we can't even read and think for ourselves. And so everyone stays docile. We all stay quiet and sweet and polite and we die in their wars and we die in their factories and we die for their pleasure and they make money off it, every time, all the time, and we can't hide and can't escape.
[ She reaches up and drags her sleeve along her eyes, dashing away the tears that have sprung up. ]
So please don't tell me how wicked my people are. I swear, I'll scream if you do.
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Date: 2019-02-09 01:17 pm (UTC)But it has and remains the only one that makes sense to her. To move and act and strike.
So it is not welcome perhaps, she isn't sure. Kitty would not be the first one to seem to act like care and affection were plague ridden actions - but she grips Kitty's forearm, the other to her cheek. Not an embrace, but enough that she can wipe the stray tear that leaks for her. ]
Look at me, please?
[ for once, it's a question. Not just a barked demand like she knows she talks to most. ]
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Date: 2019-02-09 01:26 pm (UTC)I don't need - If you want to, like - comfort me or something - I don't need it. It's not going to make injustice disappear.
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Date: 2019-02-09 01:55 pm (UTC)No one ever said it would, but do you know what else matters? Being reminded from time to time, you aren't alone and that people care for no other reason than they want to.
[ Could her good for nothing parents not even manage that. ]
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Date: 2019-02-09 07:35 pm (UTC)I mean - I guess. I'm all right, though. Emotionally, I mean.
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Date: 2019-02-11 10:44 am (UTC)I am sure you are.
[ Which is to say, she's getting a hug, regardless. Because there was a lot to be said about what should and should not be done, what has and has not, what is deserved.
But how different the world might be, if there was but a breath of kindness, from time to time. ]
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Date: 2019-02-11 12:50 pm (UTC)The point of saying all this wasn't to make you sad.
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Date: 2019-02-12 01:15 pm (UTC)No more than I told you all that to make you feel guilty either. But it would take a stone not to feel something after hearing all that.
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Date: 2019-02-12 01:20 pm (UTC)[ She wrinkles her nose at the kiss, but doesn't quite pull away. ]
I - I am sorry about what all has happened to you and your people. I don't want it to seem like I'm not. I really am, so so sorry.
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Date: 2019-02-12 01:29 pm (UTC)[ She clears her throat. Dropping her gaze to the floor for the first time since they've spoken. Detangling from her, her hand lifts, thoughtfully to brush against the tikka in her hair, the bindi on her brow in a trail as she moved through from choice to another. ]
Do you want this Kitty, do you really want to fight? I do not mean, just to learn to wield weapons. Do you truly want to end Tevinter's rule, the slavery, the mistreatment of so many of us around us?
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Date: 2019-02-12 01:53 pm (UTC)Yes! Of course I do.
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Date: 2019-02-12 01:58 pm (UTC)Good, then I can teach you everything I have learned in the last decades. Just war or just assassination won't be enough by themselves, more is needed than either can provide. Then you can take it, everything you know, and teach others when I am gone.
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Date: 2019-02-12 01:59 pm (UTC)What do you mean, when you're gone? You're immortal.
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Date: 2019-02-12 02:06 pm (UTC)Being very hard to kill and unaging, does not make you unkillable. I've seen enough Knights die, killed them myself, to know that. One day, no doubt, someone will kill me too.
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Date: 2019-02-12 03:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-02-12 03:42 pm (UTC)I will not lose another one. ]
Not if I have anything to say about it. [ But she clears her throat, and does as she always had. Carries on. ] Now come one. You need to finish drinking and eating. Then we have training to do and we've lost the early hours already.
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Date: 2019-02-12 11:11 pm (UTC)Between bites: ]
Well, then you oughtn't have come in the early hours. We wouldn't have squabbled half so viciously if we had been well-rested, you know.
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Date: 2019-02-13 07:54 am (UTC)When has the time of day ever stopped us? [ And there is an indignant little sniff. ] Besides, I let you sleep in. It is only dawn. I've already done my morning ride.