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Jan. 14th, 2007 01:55 amKsenya is in the process of showing Kaylee the house, which leaves Dunash and Simon in the library, with a glass of wine and an armchair apiece. Outside, snow falls -- approaching ten centimeters of it, Dunash thinks, and more before morning.
There's a fire in the hearth, and Dunash looks over at Simon. Firelight illuminates; it also brings shadows and planes into prominence.
Five years is a long time.
Dunash looks over at Simon and says, "The feeds have been quiet, lately."
There's a fire in the hearth, and Dunash looks over at Simon. Firelight illuminates; it also brings shadows and planes into prominence.
Five years is a long time.
Dunash looks over at Simon and says, "The feeds have been quiet, lately."
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Date: 2007-01-15 03:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-15 03:51 am (UTC)His eyebrows are raised, very slightly.
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Date: 2007-01-15 03:57 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-01-15 04:05 am (UTC)He studies Dunash's face for a moment before continuing. "It's been mostly through the help of friends who have reasons of their own for not wanting to be found."
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Date: 2007-01-15 04:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-15 04:21 am (UTC)Another pause. Simon's gaze goes to the fire.
"I'd like to tell you at least some of what happened," he says softly. "In confidence."
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Date: 2007-01-15 04:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-15 04:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-15 05:03 am (UTC)"I do not know," he says finally, "who helped you. I surmise that you are very likely constantly moving, which would explain the many location changes. A small ship, perhaps -- a craft small enough to maintain tight security, and to go places unnoticed. It would also explain, perhaps, how you met your wife -- who has been mentioned in the company of Andronicus Crowley, at certain events, but nowhere else. I do not know how you rescued River, and I do not know where you rescued her from -- not precisely where. I know nothing of her current condition, and of her prognosis. I know that you and Kaylee seem -- are -- very happy, and so I can surmise that River must be doing...all right. Well enough."
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Date: 2007-01-15 05:14 am (UTC)A beat.
"When you say rescued ... you're aware that she was in need of rescue, then."
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Date: 2007-01-15 05:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-15 05:38 am (UTC)He pauses, to try to organize the information in his head.
"You remember that when we all made surgeon, River had just been accepted to a government academy for the gifted?"
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Date: 2007-01-15 05:43 am (UTC)And nods.
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Date: 2007-01-15 06:00 am (UTC)"The Academy project ... it wasn't until a great deal later that we found out what its true objective was, but ... River managed to get a coded message to me in one of her letters home."
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Date: 2007-01-15 06:02 am (UTC)Dunash's gaze is intent. "And you did. After -- difficulties."
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Date: 2007-01-15 06:17 am (UTC)And adds, slow, a little apologetic: "I couldn't risk letting anyone else know what I was planning."
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Date: 2007-01-15 06:19 am (UTC)Also a little apologetic.
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Date: 2007-01-16 04:03 am (UTC)Somewhere in the house, there's laughter. Simon recognizes Kaylee's voice; the other one must be Ksenya's.
"I don't know whether to tell you what was going on there in the order it happened, or in the order we found out."
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Date: 2007-01-16 04:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-16 04:14 am (UTC)"And once I did, we ... well. We had to disappear, as you put it. She'd clearly been through a great deal of trauma, but I had no idea what they'd done to her, and ... she wasn't in any shape to tell me."
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Date: 2007-01-16 04:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-16 04:31 am (UTC)Beat.
"I got a scan, and we were on our way out when we were caught by a team of Federal agents. We ... managed to get away from them. Just ahead of the second team, which weren't Feds. They were from the Academy."
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Date: 2007-01-16 04:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-16 04:39 am (UTC)(He's deciding even as he speaks that the true nature -- and the true origin -- of the blue-gloved men might be too much to tell. Too hard to believe.)
"The deaths at St. Lucy's that night --"
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