[Matthias steps close, taking the proffered staff as a further invitation. His eyes, bright and curious, play over the runes. He'll only remember a little of them, if any at all, but he'll remember Marcus' story of its origins. Like anything Marcus says, Matthias is committing it to memory, another piece of who he is and where he came from.]
I got mine in the rebellion as well, only it's not half so good. I can tell it was better even before your friend did her adjusting and all.
[He darts a glance up to Marcus' face, with a quick shy smile.]
Wish I could do stuff like enchanting. I'd do everything so it had two purposes. War and winter, war and summer for when it's hot--or not only for seasons, for anything at all. You're lucky you know someone who can do it.
[ And he could say more on that, he thinks, but files it away for some other time. The staff is straightened and set back against the fencing. There are questions he could ask, like, what would you do, after all this is done? What's your second purpose, after war?
But it would be beside the point. He didn't bring Matthias here to indulge his own curiousity, and he knows a twinge of guilt for the boy's ease. And so, rather than finesse for himself an entry point, he just says; ]
Isaac spoke to me of a mission he carried out in Ghislain, that you had a part in. The Commander was tasked, to begin with, in tracking down a band of Venatori marauders.
[His eyes jump back to Marcus' face, a quick sweep, trying to read his expression. But Enchanter Rowantree is too good to be read, or Matthias is too stupid to read him. And besides, Matthias finds that he doesn't want to face him and talk of this. Rowantree and Venatori, the word stamped like red ink, a dream curdled with that conflict, a memory that never happened. Matthias looks down at the ground, fingers compulsively wrapping at the edges of his sleeves, pinching in a hold there.]
What exactly did Isaac tell you? [Too guilty to be a demand for an answer--and then, nearly immediately after, he tacks on more.] I wanted-- Well, I mean, I was hoping for something different.
[That sounds an excuse. Of course he remembers this work, and now that he's remembering, something very like shame has begun to twist in his chest.]
I do what's ordered. That's why we're here, isn't it? But I still think-- [He frowns.] I try not to think.
[ It's easy to tell that the younger mage has more to say after that question, and Marcus is content to be silent and listen, at first, expression stony and unyielding. No anger, there, but little in the way of tells that might gesture to approval, disapproval.
The patter of rain is easing up into just the occasional cold strike, though the sky remains heavy. Where water specks staff and blade, steam hisses, rises, like it would with a heated cast iron pot.
Marcus' frown firms at this last part, studying Matthias a while after before he speaks again. ]
Isaac told me the truth of what happened, [ first of all. He doesn't wish to bait Matthias into a trap or something. ] He was unsettled by it. That the Commander gave the order, that it went obeyed.
Finish what you were saying. You still think what?
[Emboldened by that prompting, Matthias darts another glance up at Marcus. This time, he manages to hold it.]
That it wasn't right. [He lifts his chin a little.] I still think it wasn't right. Even if it was an order, even if it was right for Riftwatch, just then--
[The heavy wool of Matthias' wet hood sluffs forward into his eyes; impatiently, he shoves it back with his wrist, and takes in a big breath.]
I mean, I don't love the Venatori, yeah, I don't have any plans to scarper off and join them. But I understand mages what feel there's not a great many options. Yeah? I mean, there's more than Corypheus, isn't there? I want to stop him as well, more'n anything that's what I want, or else I wouldn't be here. But after he's gone, I don't want to wake up and find myself on the other side of everything else that I believe in. And, and I think all of that gets forgotten. Sometimes. That's all.
[ Marcus absorbs all of this silently, watchful, and when it's done, there's a subtle gentling in his manner. Points of tension loosened, stare less intent.
He nods once at 'That's all'. ]
I took the matter to Flint, [ he says. ] I'd have you know that, in the event the issue rises. Much of what I told him is what you've told me. That it wasn't right. That in being one more force in this world that kills mages, we deny our own people a chance at anything better than dying, or turning traitor.
Your instincts are good, Matthias. You should trust them. Had you raised your voice, perhaps Isaac might have raised his.
Perhaps not, [ is added, an allowance. Orlesians. ] But I think it time we made ourselves heard.
[Orlesians indeed. Matthias had turned pink at the compliment to his instincts, couched though it was with a suggestion to do better. Of course he might do better, and Marcus is right to say that. Now he smiles, small, at the implied inclusivity of the whole thing. Him and Enchanter Rowantree, of one mind on something. Imagine.
Loyalty moves him to say,] Isaac's all right.
[But not us goes without saying. Not someone with good instincts that might speak up, but all right. Matthias digs the toe of his boot against the ground.]
You say it all much better'n I could have. What did Commander Flint say? When you spoke with him about it?
[ There is a hint of a smile from the ordinarily unmoving expression Marcus wears. Yes, Isaac's alright.
It doesn't last, his mind turning to the conversation with the Commander. He doesn't like to obfuscate, to deceive, yet relaying all that Flint said feels irresponsible, and so Marcus falls silent as he thinks on how best to answer Matthias' question. It's a reasonable one. ]
He wanted them and their deeds kept out've the hands of the Divine, to do with as she would. To use, as she would. He avoided the trial, and ordered the execution.
[ He doesn't cast a judgment on this, but falls silent then, watching Matthias. ]
The Divine ought not to have had anything to do with them. I wouldn't have wanted her to conduct any trial for them. But we might've. Only that's not what Riftwatch is about, really. Is it? Trials and judgments and all.
[Maybe? He resists the urge to add another is it? to the end of that. Enchanter Rowantree had told him that he ought to trust his instincts and already Matthias is striving to take that to heart. He resists the urge, too, to look away, to scuff his boot against the ground, act on any of the little fidgets that he'd normally give in to. If he's in conversation with Enchanter Rowantree, he might try to act not as a child.]
Had they survived to see justice in Ghislain, their story would still work its way back to Orlais. To be interpreted, rewritten. A reason to corral mages, to distrust them. I understand Flint's imperative.
[ It is, perhaps, a slip of formality. But it seems important not to wholly simplify this, to reduce it to the easy lesson. He meets Matthias' effort for eye contact steadily. ]
But I would have asked of their stories. What compelled them to leave the March, as they did? Would not that be useful in our campaign to win our freedom? We won't know, now. And if Flint was one of us, perhaps we would.
[ The return of anger is kept low in its hearth, glowing coals rather than leaping flame. He lets it warm his tone, but keeps it only there.
Business-like; ]
I've requested he abstain from forcing your hand that way again.
[Matthias, entranced, nods along. He is paying very close attention--so close he imagines he could get a headache from the effort--and carving every word into his memory to be poured over later. It feels very good, to be talked at so candidly, to be pulled into what at least feels like confidence and to be trusted with this information. Like listening to the Senior Enchanter but so much better.
And on top of that, it all makes so much sense. Why not ask mages their stories? Because everyone has got one, some reason why they do what they do. Yes, if he were to get to be half as wise as Enchanter Rowantree, he'd be doing all right for himself.
The last bit plucks Matthias out of his reverie. Startled, he blinks.]
Not--like, stop working with Forces? [No, hang on. The mages, specifically, the very thing they've been talking about. Matthias, you tit.] No, sorry--I mean, er-- I'm all right, Enchanter. I can manage with Flint and all of it.
It's done, [ is not harsh, just final. Certainly, Marcus seems convinced of that, or convinced that he will be entitled to disappointment if it isn't. ] It's better he knows to manage himself, that it isn't acceptable, than to force us to police him. And you in particular, in your position.
And I would ask you bring it to me, or Isaac, or Leander, anyone of us you trust, if he steps beyond those bounds again. Will you?
[No hesitation, no misgiving, at least at first. If Marcus Rowantree is going to ask something of him, Matthias is going to say yes. And it makes sense. So it isn't even proper misgiving that comes second. He bites at the inside of his cheek, stares down at his boots--then all at once looks up again.]
I only mean I can help. I will help. I'm not afraid of anything--not of Commander Flint, so I will say something, if he goes out of bounds--but I'm not afraid of anything else, either. I know we've got to do things that might be difficult, or something. And I'm all right with that. I'm ready for it.
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Date: 2021-02-16 07:44 pm (UTC)I got mine in the rebellion as well, only it's not half so good. I can tell it was better even before your friend did her adjusting and all.
[He darts a glance up to Marcus' face, with a quick shy smile.]
Wish I could do stuff like enchanting. I'd do everything so it had two purposes. War and winter, war and summer for when it's hot--or not only for seasons, for anything at all. You're lucky you know someone who can do it.
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Date: 2021-02-17 04:22 am (UTC)[ And he could say more on that, he thinks, but files it away for some other time. The staff is straightened and set back against the fencing. There are questions he could ask, like, what would you do, after all this is done? What's your second purpose, after war?
But it would be beside the point. He didn't bring Matthias here to indulge his own curiousity, and he knows a twinge of guilt for the boy's ease. And so, rather than finesse for himself an entry point, he just says; ]
Isaac spoke to me of a mission he carried out in Ghislain, that you had a part in. The Commander was tasked, to begin with, in tracking down a band of Venatori marauders.
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Date: 2021-02-17 06:46 am (UTC)What exactly did Isaac tell you? [Too guilty to be a demand for an answer--and then, nearly immediately after, he tacks on more.] I wanted-- Well, I mean, I was hoping for something different.
[That sounds an excuse. Of course he remembers this work, and now that he's remembering, something very like shame has begun to twist in his chest.]
I do what's ordered. That's why we're here, isn't it? But I still think-- [He frowns.] I try not to think.
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Date: 2021-02-17 08:55 am (UTC)The patter of rain is easing up into just the occasional cold strike, though the sky remains heavy. Where water specks staff and blade, steam hisses, rises, like it would with a heated cast iron pot.
Marcus' frown firms at this last part, studying Matthias a while after before he speaks again. ]
Isaac told me the truth of what happened, [ first of all. He doesn't wish to bait Matthias into a trap or something. ] He was unsettled by it. That the Commander gave the order, that it went obeyed.
Finish what you were saying. You still think what?
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Date: 2021-02-17 11:19 pm (UTC)That it wasn't right. [He lifts his chin a little.] I still think it wasn't right. Even if it was an order, even if it was right for Riftwatch, just then--
[The heavy wool of Matthias' wet hood sluffs forward into his eyes; impatiently, he shoves it back with his wrist, and takes in a big breath.]
I mean, I don't love the Venatori, yeah, I don't have any plans to scarper off and join them. But I understand mages what feel there's not a great many options. Yeah? I mean, there's more than Corypheus, isn't there? I want to stop him as well, more'n anything that's what I want, or else I wouldn't be here. But after he's gone, I don't want to wake up and find myself on the other side of everything else that I believe in. And, and I think all of that gets forgotten. Sometimes. That's all.
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Date: 2021-02-18 10:58 am (UTC)He nods once at 'That's all'. ]
I took the matter to Flint, [ he says. ] I'd have you know that, in the event the issue rises. Much of what I told him is what you've told me. That it wasn't right. That in being one more force in this world that kills mages, we deny our own people a chance at anything better than dying, or turning traitor.
Your instincts are good, Matthias. You should trust them. Had you raised your voice, perhaps Isaac might have raised his.
Perhaps not, [ is added, an allowance. Orlesians. ] But I think it time we made ourselves heard.
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Date: 2021-02-20 10:44 pm (UTC)Loyalty moves him to say,] Isaac's all right.
[But not us goes without saying. Not someone with good instincts that might speak up, but all right. Matthias digs the toe of his boot against the ground.]
You say it all much better'n I could have. What did Commander Flint say? When you spoke with him about it?
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Date: 2021-02-27 12:46 pm (UTC)It doesn't last, his mind turning to the conversation with the Commander. He doesn't like to obfuscate, to deceive, yet relaying all that Flint said feels irresponsible, and so Marcus falls silent as he thinks on how best to answer Matthias' question. It's a reasonable one. ]
He wanted them and their deeds kept out've the hands of the Divine, to do with as she would. To use, as she would. He avoided the trial, and ordered the execution.
[ He doesn't cast a judgment on this, but falls silent then, watching Matthias. ]
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Date: 2021-02-28 10:51 pm (UTC)The Divine ought not to have had anything to do with them. I wouldn't have wanted her to conduct any trial for them. But we might've. Only that's not what Riftwatch is about, really. Is it? Trials and judgments and all.
[Maybe? He resists the urge to add another is it? to the end of that. Enchanter Rowantree had told him that he ought to trust his instincts and already Matthias is striving to take that to heart. He resists the urge, too, to look away, to scuff his boot against the ground, act on any of the little fidgets that he'd normally give in to. If he's in conversation with Enchanter Rowantree, he might try to act not as a child.]
So maybe the 'we' should've been--other mages.
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Date: 2021-03-01 09:29 am (UTC)[ It is, perhaps, a slip of formality. But it seems important not to wholly simplify this, to reduce it to the easy lesson. He meets Matthias' effort for eye contact steadily. ]
But I would have asked of their stories. What compelled them to leave the March, as they did? Would not that be useful in our campaign to win our freedom? We won't know, now. And if Flint was one of us, perhaps we would.
[ The return of anger is kept low in its hearth, glowing coals rather than leaping flame. He lets it warm his tone, but keeps it only there.
Business-like; ]
I've requested he abstain from forcing your hand that way again.
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Date: 2021-03-03 01:38 am (UTC)And on top of that, it all makes so much sense. Why not ask mages their stories? Because everyone has got one, some reason why they do what they do. Yes, if he were to get to be half as wise as Enchanter Rowantree, he'd be doing all right for himself.
The last bit plucks Matthias out of his reverie. Startled, he blinks.]
Not--like, stop working with Forces? [No, hang on. The mages, specifically, the very thing they've been talking about. Matthias, you tit.] No, sorry--I mean, er-- I'm all right, Enchanter. I can manage with Flint and all of it.
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Date: 2021-03-08 09:05 pm (UTC)And I would ask you bring it to me, or Isaac, or Leander, anyone of us you trust, if he steps beyond those bounds again. Will you?
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Date: 2021-03-09 08:19 pm (UTC)[No hesitation, no misgiving, at least at first. If Marcus Rowantree is going to ask something of him, Matthias is going to say yes. And it makes sense. So it isn't even proper misgiving that comes second. He bites at the inside of his cheek, stares down at his boots--then all at once looks up again.]
I only mean I can help. I will help. I'm not afraid of anything--not of Commander Flint, so I will say something, if he goes out of bounds--but I'm not afraid of anything else, either. I know we've got to do things that might be difficult, or something. And I'm all right with that. I'm ready for it.