☼ ISHAK ☼اسحاق
"oh, what would your mother say if she could see what we're doing now? / oh, what would your mother say if she could hear what we talk about?"
"oh, what would your mother say if she could see what we're doing now? / oh, what would your mother say if she could hear what we talk about?"
“…did you finish the job or not?” Ruth asks, at the end of your tale.
It makes you pause a second, and you’re careful not to trip over the response. You’ve told her this one before, it seems, though you’ve drank enough to be a little foggy on the details. You could recast the lighting, an open opportunity to change your own history. Who would know whether it was you who dealt the killing blow?
Well, no, you can’t actually. Because you’ve already said followthrough and maybe Ruth didn’t catch the implication enough to avoid a need for clarification, but you don’t lie to Ruth.
(Maybe if you repeat it enough to yourself, it’ll even be true.)
“Yes,” you say simply, before you toss the grape in.
“Solterran justice catches the weak, the foolish, and the unprepared,”Ruth says. You can’t help but to think it’s a very Ieshan way of viewing things. All the strength, cleverness, and preparation in the world can’t save you from deviations. Of course, the same can save you, too. One man’s moment of luck, one woman’s swap in shifts… It matters little to you at this point, in a country with any real sense of justice you wouldn’t be here to sponge off the Ieshans anyway.
“If I had to guess – your client is still alive because he is none of those things.” She continues. You have nothing to say to that really; your interaction with the client was minimal. You met him, of course, but the details had all been handled by Elendra before her fall. You let the silence hang.
(You’ve got your answer, as flimsy as a spider’s web though it is. In this time, for this man, at least, Ruth won’t help you premeditate a murder. It’s comforting, almost.)
Ruth, though, has another topic on her mind. “Ishak. Have you seen Adonai?”
Walking among his collection of living statues, looking sick as usual... Yes, you have literally seen him.
“From a distance, though not for some time,” you trail off though as it occurs to you that there’s really only one reason for Ruth to search him out.
You wonder, absently, if Ruth has any idea she’s picked the perfect time. The idea of being sore with her for any longer is fatiguing on its own; you’d rather put the energy into hoping this doesn’t end horribly.
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