you keep dreaming and i'm scheming

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Who: Maketh Tua, Rey, Henry Percy, Lance Sweets, Nick Valentine.
What: Some needed conversations.
Where: Guard Post
When: Nov 10
Warnings: tbd



It's a normal day, so far as Maketh knows. She's got a mug of good coffee, reports that only need marginal corrections before they can be filed, and no one has killed anyone yet. The day is young but she's hopeful. And in a relatively good mood.

She looks up with a faint smile.

"Oh, hello. I wasn't expecting you."

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Maketh frowns at him. He's being oddly delicate about this. She prefers him blunt. Even when they argue. There's no misunderstanding. "He'll try. More than one of them will likely try. That should be obvious."

She exhales sharply. " I dislike this side of you, Henry. Say what you mean."

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He frowns right back at her.

"In what way was I unclear? I have just told you that the Guard shall directly hinder Hux under my orders in an act which shall have consequences for your weapon plans. Do you truly foresee no conflict between your involvements?"

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"If he's foolish, then he deserves to be caught."

She tips her head to the side. Her logic is perfectly fine.

"But he is not, and we will have the weapon soon."

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"We," he echoes sharply.

Once Henry knew exactly what Maketh meant by that. Yet she forces him to beg like a dog for scraps of her plans, as though they did not build the Guard together.

"So you would use a deliberate act of murder for our ends. Truly?" He doesn't hide his disgust at the notion. "What then? After the god killer is achieved."

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"Then we have the god killer," she says, calmly. "And we can end this mess like we have been planning since the beginning."

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Henry gives an incredulous laugh, devoid of any humour.

"There was honour in the plans we made together. Never once did we speak of sacrificing the people we swore to protect."

He has not forgotten the whole point of fighting the gods — to free everyone of their torment. To seize the Door and secure a way home for those who wished to return, and to ensure a good life for those who wished to stay in Hadriel.

But they know more now than they ever did in the beginning. Does Maketh not grasp the situation they are in? To kill the gods right now is to destroy everyone's futures.

"You conspire with Hux. Would you have us do the Null's bidding as well?"

He prays not.

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"Of course not!" He's being foolish, and Maketh doesn't know why. Everything is going according to plan. He ought to be pleased. There is an end in sight, if they only hold out a little longer. Just a little longer. She runs a hand through her hair, frowning at him. "Hux is a means to an end. We are so close, Henry."

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"No, Maketh. We cannot be the champions of this populace if we stand by and allow them to be murdered to accomplish our ends!"

Henry leans forward, looking her directly in the eyes.

"Do you not see? Either we save the people of this cavern or we kill the gods."

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"What do you expect to do? Some of them will die. We don't have the numbers to prevent that."

It's said with brutal coolness. She's being objective. There just aren't enough Guardsmen to keep the entire city under watch. Inevitably, someone will die. Why shouldn't they learn from that, if it's going to happen regardless of what they choose?

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"That does not mean that we should aid those whom would add to the death toll!"

He shakes his head, a snarl of frustration catching in his throat.

"I am warning you against this road, sister."

He pleas.

That is the last thing he has to say, but he remains to hear her reply. Even if they disagree, even when they clash over morality, he respects her enough to listen to what she has to say.

But he has always held a strict code of honour which he will not relinquish.

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"What would you have me do? Step aside and ignore what might be utilized? We barely have enough troops to maintain the perimeter! We need this weapon, Henry."

It's a simple fact. They are at war and there will be casualties.