If they know something, it might well be their fault.
[No matter how little sense that might actually mean, how much risk she was in when she left from foes connected only to Riftwatch--how much risk she is always in--]
She doesn't get caught. If there was some reason, maybe. If there was some-- [Mistake, but Yseult doesn't make mistakes--] If I could contact them, I'd have to track them down next.
[It might sound silly but for the fact that he means it.]
[ It would be easier not to care. It would be easier not to trust, too. Or to trust more. Anything except this undefined border region between them, where he wants to believe but can't be entirely sure he is the sort of friend—to both of them—they would not tell everything, perhaps, but also not leave wondering and distressed if they could help it.
But it is what it is. So he takes a breath, and he answers as if he is sure Darras isn't lying to him. ]
If it comes to it, I will help you. [ Track them down. Make someone answer. ] You know that, right?
[ At another time, he could argue: Yseult is Riftwatch, as much as anyone is, so she would have gotten herself into it. And if it's Corypheus and his forces, staying might be the clearest path to making someone pay.
But at this time, arguing would be so stupid that it doesn't even occur to him to try. ]
I hope it isn't. But—we will find her. And then we will know. Or you will know, [ he adds, humor without cheer, ] and the rest of us will wonder and never be told.
[ It's a hard question, when he doesn't know where her shoes are. He can imagine himself in danger somewhere, afraid that no one is coming. He can also imagine himself not in danger at all, on the verge of pulling off something magnificent, annoyed that anyone pried into his business instead of trusting him to be fine.
(If it had been as long already, for this conversation, as it will be before Yseult and Flint return, that second scenario would feel much less likely.) ]
I would... I don't know. I think I would be glad to think that someone was looking. But my employers were temporary, you know. It wasn't the same.
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[No matter how little sense that might actually mean, how much risk she was in when she left from foes connected only to Riftwatch--how much risk she is always in--]
She doesn't get caught. If there was some reason, maybe. If there was some-- [Mistake, but Yseult doesn't make mistakes--] If I could contact them, I'd have to track them down next.
[It might sound silly but for the fact that he means it.]
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But it is what it is. So he takes a breath, and he answers as if he is sure Darras isn't lying to him. ]
If it comes to it, I will help you. [ Track them down. Make someone answer. ] You know that, right?
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She wouldn't thank you for it. [But.] I would.
If it is them-- She's always known they don't care. About her. If she chose Riftwatch over them, she'd be better for it.
[He careens from there to the next thought, the grim possibility--] If Riftwatch is what got her into this, I'll be done.
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But at this time, arguing would be so stupid that it doesn't even occur to him to try. ]
I hope it isn't. But—we will find her. And then we will know. Or you will know, [ he adds, humor without cheer, ] and the rest of us will wonder and never be told.
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If it were you, what would you want done?
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(If it had been as long already, for this conversation, as it will be before Yseult and Flint return, that second scenario would feel much less likely.) ]
I would... I don't know. I think I would be glad to think that someone was looking. But my employers were temporary, you know. It wasn't the same.