[Resentment can boil later over leverage and political gain; someone will always benefit from even the smallest of actions. Yet Holden at least will know he has done all that he can.]
I have heard it said rifters are believed to be as nothing. That we are not real. That we fade because we are little more than reflections.
I suspect such thoughts make it easier for those of this world to grant us little regard. If we suffer, if we do not know, if we perish— we were never truly part of this world to begin with.
[ he says sharply, all uncertainty lost in this flare of conviction. ]
If we start looking at it that way, then the war's already lost. Corypheus's forces won't have to do anything, because we'll be too busy pointing fingers at each other to stop them. This world has been fighting this war for a lot longer than you and I have been here. These people have lost places and people we'll never know. And then the goddamn sky opened up above them and started spitting out strangers they couldn't explain.
Can you say your world would take it any better? Because I can't. [ a handful of scientists stumble on ancient alien technology, and they immediately use it to sow death, and death, and death. they saw a weapon where there was only a road. ] I'm not saying that I agree with calling us demons, or the Circles, or every fucking other thing you said. I know there are people who think that. But I've met a lot more people in Riftwatch who give a damn about me as a person than people who don't. And I don't think I'm alone in that.
There is us and them, Captain Holden. Admirable as your stance remains, and not one I wholly disagree with, it is— too idyllic.
[Not naive. Not impossibly hopeful. Just...]
We are Riftwatch. But we are more than that. Mages, shard-bearers, native fighters, diplomats, researchers, Grey Wardens. Already there is fear. Already we are used, and I’ve no qualms regarding it or the possibility of being relegated to Circles should the time come.
But those who value unity above all else sacrifice much. And you and I are not like the others who wish for normalcy. Comfort. Peace. Those who might lead a life here will be less inclined to bend, and more suited to break.
When I say consideration need be made, what I mean is: you.
[ an echo. there's a lot he could say to the rest of that, or even just, were you listening when i just explained that there's riftwatch and there's the people who'd treat us like lab rats? but he doesn't. yet. instead — ]
That I should...what, exactly?
[ since it's open season, apparently, for people to tell him what they think he should do. ]
[He's Archadian, Jim. The difference is the cause, not the means.
But aside from that.]
You are personable, informed. You have seen much of what may come to pass, and you are a shard-bearer with an equal amount to lose in failure. You comprehend the difference between protection— and exploitation.
Going forward, beyond impending announcement, if there is a need to ensure future Rifters are fully informed of all that transpires, I can think of no one more suited than yourself.
You know he said the same thing? [ a scoff. ] How it'd be better, coming from me.
[ a rifter, a shard-bearer. how he was the only person asked to do this. he finally picks up his mug, pauses for a sip of coffee. it's cooled, but still flavorful. and, most importantly, still caffeinated. he swallows, goes on, ]
But you're both forgetting that I'm not going to be the difference between whether someone stays with us or not. That's not how it works.
[ it feels like both, in this moment. a concerted attack, in a way, though neither know of the other; and, as gabranth points out, their motivations aren't the same.
and maybe it seems like a funny, strange thing to protest. gabranth and silas both have wondered to him whether he misses leadership; he lets people call him captain, even those who never have and never will see the rocinante. he had grown comfortable with the role, and even with the impact that his name, his actions, carried throughout the sol system — throughout every star system humanity now streams to. they weren't, as he's said before, in the war business; starting and ending one isn't the same as engaging in a long campaign of attrition.
and then he dropped out of a rip in the sky, here, and he was nobody again. hard to say if it's better or worse, though it's undeniably nice not to have any major local disasters to his name. and it's difficult, too, because the rocinante was, more or less, an independent entity. they could choose their jobs, did work for earthers and martians and belters alike. closely affiliated with the opa, but not under fred johnson's control. or anderson dawes, for that matter.
but if he disagrees with riftwatch, where will he go?
amos had had backup plans, from the very beginning; they could leave, they could make their way somewhere away from the war, even if it worsens. even after they'd found out about the anchors drawing them back, it'd been on the table. but now, the people in this world he needs and loves the most are here. it may not always be that way. it may, for as long as he exists. the only timeframe that really matters anymore.
[Gabranth can sense the wheels turning, see the ticking as Holden's thoughts run high and hot. He wrestles with more than just a simple suggestion at this point in time, and no attempt is made to force him from it. No intrusion comes until he's ready, asking a question of his own in turn.
Gabranth's answer, however, is simple:]
Because your heart longs to aid others in need. And they are— will always be— more in need than most.
[Adrift in a world not their own, threat to everyone and no one, knowing what they are and what end they'll likely face in time.
[ naomi had said once: you just can't help yourself, can you? saving everyone. you just can't stop yourself.
maybe the reason for his hesitation is much simpler. maybe it's just an admittance to himself, among so many small ones, that thedas is his life now. it'd be so much easier if acceptance only came once.
he breathes out.
and presently says, with some dryness, ]
I wasn't thinking about an announcement. No crystals, no — I don't know, flyers. Just talking to them, one on one, like this.
[A fair assessment. One which brooks no argument. In fact, it would likely be the safer route regardless, given that it offers no mouthpiece for uninvolved parties who might make for more trouble when granted a moment to speak their opinion.]
[Unless that person is you, Holden, the odds are low...
Still, his expression seems (despite being no less dour) lighter at its edges. Composed in a way that suggests he’s found some measure of satisfaction in the span of their conversation.]
Are you at ease with this agreement? Will it suit you?
[If not, though Gabranth is hesitant to offer, there remains one last alternative.]
For were you to recount in absolute detail what you have witnessed, I would be capable of relaying it in your stead.
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[Resentment can boil later over leverage and political gain; someone will always benefit from even the smallest of actions. Yet Holden at least will know he has done all that he can.]
I have heard it said rifters are believed to be as nothing. That we are not real. That we fade because we are little more than reflections.
I suspect such thoughts make it easier for those of this world to grant us little regard. If we suffer, if we do not know, if we perish— we were never truly part of this world to begin with.
Yet someone ought consider us...or someone else will.
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[ he says sharply, all uncertainty lost in this flare of conviction. ]
If we start looking at it that way, then the war's already lost. Corypheus's forces won't have to do anything, because we'll be too busy pointing fingers at each other to stop them. This world has been fighting this war for a lot longer than you and I have been here. These people have lost places and people we'll never know. And then the goddamn sky opened up above them and started spitting out strangers they couldn't explain.
Can you say your world would take it any better? Because I can't. [ a handful of scientists stumble on ancient alien technology, and they immediately use it to sow death, and death, and death. they saw a weapon where there was only a road. ] I'm not saying that I agree with calling us demons, or the Circles, or every fucking other thing you said. I know there are people who think that. But I've met a lot more people in Riftwatch who give a damn about me as a person than people who don't. And I don't think I'm alone in that.
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[Not naive. Not impossibly hopeful. Just...]
We are Riftwatch. But we are more than that. Mages, shard-bearers, native fighters, diplomats, researchers, Grey Wardens. Already there is fear. Already we are used, and I’ve no qualms regarding it or the possibility of being relegated to Circles should the time come.
But those who value unity above all else sacrifice much. And you and I are not like the others who wish for normalcy. Comfort. Peace. Those who might lead a life here will be less inclined to bend, and more suited to break.
When I say consideration need be made, what I mean is: you.
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[ an echo. there's a lot he could say to the rest of that, or even just, were you listening when i just explained that there's riftwatch and there's the people who'd treat us like lab rats? but he doesn't. yet. instead — ]
That I should...what, exactly?
[ since it's open season, apparently, for people to tell him what they think he should do. ]
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But aside from that.]
You are personable, informed. You have seen much of what may come to pass, and you are a shard-bearer with an equal amount to lose in failure. You comprehend the difference between protection— and exploitation.
Going forward, beyond impending announcement, if there is a need to ensure future Rifters are fully informed of all that transpires, I can think of no one more suited than yourself.
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[ a rifter, a shard-bearer. how he was the only person asked to do this. he finally picks up his mug, pauses for a sip of coffee. it's cooled, but still flavorful. and, most importantly, still caffeinated. he swallows, goes on, ]
But you're both forgetting that I'm not going to be the difference between whether someone stays with us or not. That's not how it works.
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[Both he says, as though Gabranth and whoever he'd spoken to are one and the same. Or if nothing else, united in their goals.]
You are wrong.
This I suggest for your benefit, Captain Holden, perhaps as much as theirs.
[Perhaps.]
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and maybe it seems like a funny, strange thing to protest. gabranth and silas both have wondered to him whether he misses leadership; he lets people call him captain, even those who never have and never will see the rocinante. he had grown comfortable with the role, and even with the impact that his name, his actions, carried throughout the sol system — throughout every star system humanity now streams to. they weren't, as he's said before, in the war business; starting and ending one isn't the same as engaging in a long campaign of attrition.
and then he dropped out of a rip in the sky, here, and he was nobody again. hard to say if it's better or worse, though it's undeniably nice not to have any major local disasters to his name. and it's difficult, too, because the rocinante was, more or less, an independent entity. they could choose their jobs, did work for earthers and martians and belters alike. closely affiliated with the opa, but not under fred johnson's control. or anderson dawes, for that matter.
but if he disagrees with riftwatch, where will he go?
amos had had backup plans, from the very beginning; they could leave, they could make their way somewhere away from the war, even if it worsens. even after they'd found out about the anchors drawing them back, it'd been on the table. but now, the people in this world he needs and loves the most are here. it may not always be that way. it may, for as long as he exists. the only timeframe that really matters anymore.
he splays his hands, asks, helplessly, ]
How do you see this helping me?
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Gabranth's answer, however, is simple:]
Because your heart longs to aid others in need. And they are— will always be— more in need than most.
[Adrift in a world not their own, threat to everyone and no one, knowing what they are and what end they'll likely face in time.
It is a calling.]
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maybe the reason for his hesitation is much simpler. maybe it's just an admittance to himself, among so many small ones, that thedas is his life now. it'd be so much easier if acceptance only came once.
he breathes out.
and presently says, with some dryness, ]
I wasn't thinking about an announcement. No crystals, no — I don't know, flyers. Just talking to them, one on one, like this.
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[He shifts back where he sits, the chair creaking under strain.]
But it would make also for a more taxing undertaking.
[Gabranth does not need to ask if that is acceptable to Jim; he leaves the statement hanging between them, waiting for the inevitable.]
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It'd be taxing no matter what. And, considering the number of arguments an announcement would cause, it's probably about the same either way.
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And when more shard-bearers inevitably arrive?
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[ his tone suggests that he knows the answer to that. still, he pauses, takes another sip of his coffee. ]
I'll cross that bridge when we come to it. But if I'm needed, I'll talk to them.
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[Unless that person is you, Holden, the odds are low...
Still, his expression seems (despite being no less dour) lighter at its edges. Composed in a way that suggests he’s found some measure of satisfaction in the span of their conversation.]
Are you at ease with this agreement? Will it suit you?
[If not, though Gabranth is hesitant to offer, there remains one last alternative.]
For were you to recount in absolute detail what you have witnessed, I would be capable of relaying it in your stead.
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It'll suit me. I'll be alright. But thank you.