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[rowancrowned]

He glances upward, a brief pleading to a god who is not there.

"He is not Research, he is Forces. He needs that information to do his duty, unless the rest of us carried the burden for a while longer. As for his vote- perhaps prevent him from breaking ties."

[saam]

She considers this carefully, before her expression lightens. Not quite a smile, but more collected than before. Less cold, quiet rage.

"Well," she said, "you've convinced me it's something that needs more careful thought. Like I said, I really only meant to tell you about Jones." A grateful nod in that direction. "But I hope I've convinced you... not doing something about Flint still makes us petty kings. Tyrants, whatever you wanna call it. I'll think on something to do, and if you've ideas, I'm open."

She takes a step, two, toward the door.

"And- thank you."

[rowancrowned]

"It is not something to require much consideration," he says. "Only concern of how best to do it, and the reminder was timely."

He exhales. He would pour himself a glass, but.

"Speak to Byerly, or do not. If you bring it up, I will speak in support. If you do not, then perhaps I will."

[saam]

She looks almost offended in surprise. "Of course I'm gonna talk to Byerly. Nobody here believes a word I say..." Still shaking her head, she continues toward the door.

[rowancrowned]

"Congratulations on your appointment, Ambassador Fazon. And thank you for the warning. She is a dear girl."

And there are his manners, appearing as she takes her leave.

[saam]

That gets a laugh. "Thanks. And I'm glad she is to you. Needs it, seems like." And then she exits.