[His arms fold, a faint smile ghosting across his face— not one of amusement, but recognition. Dehya's instincts are sharp. She sees the flaw in waiting, in clinging to the hope that someone else will deliver salvation. Char has long since abandoned such illusions.
His voice drops lower, more deliberate, words meant only for her ears.]
I agree. Sitting idle, trusting in a miracle... that's not survival. If Father wants us obedient, then waiting is the surest way to give him exactly that.
[He glances aside, briefly, as if measuring whether to say more. When his gaze returns, it's steady, probing.]
I've been considering... alternatives. If this is a play, then the script isn't immutable. Scripts can be rewritten. But rewriting demands risk.
[He leans forward slightly, lowering his voice further.]
Tell me, Dehya— are you willing to gamble on striking first? On cutting at the root, rather than waiting for the next trial to claim someone else?
Depends what you mean by "cutting at the root". [Dehya folds her arms. Her eyes narrow in return.] My priority is just protecting the troupe and getting everyone out safely. What's your plan?
My goal is much the same. As far as plans are concerned, however...
[Well. This may be where they differ, potentially.]
...I don't do things by half measures. If I have to dirty my hands to eliminate the one pulling the strings, then so be it. I'll cut without hesitation.
[That is, assuming, that this "Father" is the source of the problem.]
You're not the first one I've heard ready to kill this Father. [Dehya shrugs.] I don't have a problem with that either. But what if both Father and Sika are a threat to us?
More of a "figure it out as you go along" guy than a "have everything planned and ready" guy? [She can get that.] I think our wants align with Sika more than their Father, but it's a stretch to say they care about us.
... But we'll probably need at least part of their help to get out of here.
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His voice drops lower, more deliberate, words meant only for her ears.]
I agree. Sitting idle, trusting in a miracle... that's not survival. If Father wants us obedient, then waiting is the surest way to give him exactly that.
[He glances aside, briefly, as if measuring whether to say more. When his gaze returns, it's steady, probing.]
I've been considering... alternatives. If this is a play, then the script isn't immutable. Scripts can be rewritten. But rewriting demands risk.
[He leans forward slightly, lowering his voice further.]
Tell me, Dehya— are you willing to gamble on striking first? On cutting at the root, rather than waiting for the next trial to claim someone else?
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[Well. This may be where they differ, potentially.]
...I don't do things by half measures. If I have to dirty my hands to eliminate the one pulling the strings, then so be it. I'll cut without hesitation.
[That is, assuming, that this "Father" is the source of the problem.]
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But until then, I won't condemn someone on suspicion alone. The moment either of them makes their choice clear, I'll answer it in kind.
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... But we'll probably need at least part of their help to get out of here.