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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-02-18 03:21 pm

[ february ii log ]

Who: Everyone
What: Traitors exposed, celebrations had, sleight hands passing cards under the table. And so begin the preparations for what is soon to come.
When: February 18th - 28th
Where: Barrayaran camp / Cetagandan base
Warnings: Torture (interrogations thread)

Quick links:
Riverfall
Barrayar: Barrayaran camp / Party / Missions
Cetaganda: Cetagandan base / Moon-poetry party / Missions


The harsh weather rages on, which temperatures still averaging far below freezing, and the wind is still strong. But things are a little less dire for the outsiders, and for the exotics -- well, they have their own chills to deal with.

riverfall
Riverfall village is your typical Dendarii mountain village, which means it's small, humble, and mostly poor. This is the most rural of the rural around here, a little backwater even by Barrayaran standards. Most of the villagers live in houses of wood and stone built themselves or by ancestors. Despite the cold, there are plenty of people outside at any given time -- working, mostly, because the daily grind stops for no one, but even the occasional group of children taken over by fits of cabin fever. The village is built up against a rocky mountain face, from the top of which the eponymous waterfall flows into the river that borders the west edge of the village and continues down the mountain. The place isn't exactly hidden, but if you don't know your way around, it'd be hard to find without a native guide.

The villagers are wary of the outsiders at first, even more than the soldiers had been -- the rural Dendarii are as superstitious as they come -- but, slowly convinced of their good intentions, start to warm to them. They're a blunt, hardy people, largely uneducated and tending toward the most extreme of Barrayaran sensibilities, but they are undeniably fierce. The General Count trusts them, so they'll be more or less civil (by Barrayaran standards, anyway), but you might catch the occasional scrutinizing, watchful stare. With Cetagandans in camp and exotics among them, they border on hostile, especially those who are visibly nonhuman. They keep their heads down enough to keep from getting into trouble with the soldiers, but they do not like you at all.

Not everyone in Riverfall speaks English -- Russian is everyone's first language, and only about half the village has any passable command of English. Thankfully, the village's Speaker Yakiv Gura speaks English, if heavily accented. They're clearly stretching to the limit to help the camp, but to the Dendarii, there's no higher act than one in the Count's service, especially when it comes to fighting this war.

barrayar
Even after scoring themselves a little extra food, morale in the camp is at an all-time low. The miserably dangerous weather hasn't let up, food is still heavily rationed, and everyone is still at least a little tired, cold, and hungry all of the time. It doesn't help that they've lost a few soldiers in the last couple of weeks, and in Riverfall, too, some villagers have died of the cold despite their relative warmth and safety, mostly children. This is hardly the first harsh winter they've faced, but that doesn't stop the inexorable loss that comes with it. Some villagers may be somberly putting their loved ones to rest in the village graveyard when the outsiders are in town.

But Piotr finally calls Negri out as a spy sent by his aide-de-camp Captain Ezar Vorbarra, partly to deliver a message and partly to test Piotr, because Ezar loves coy bullshit. However, he does learn that both Ezar and Prince Xav Vorbarra, Olivia and Sonia's father, are en route to Vorkosigan's District with relief supplies from Beta Colony secured by Xav's ambassadorial connections and tireless lobbying. Once Piotr judges it safe to release this information, it bring with it a bit of hope -- and to seal the deal, Piotr and Olivia arrange a celebration of sorts in the village.

Finally outing the ring of reason in the camp helps to bolster morale, too. Vorhalas is interrogated, and the names of his co-conspirators are revealed: Lieutenant Boris Vortala, who killed himself in disgrace shortly after his fast-penta interrogation at ghem-General Zefyst's hand, and their commander Captain Aaron Vorbataille. Vorbataille has, of course, already started to make his escape -- but with the help out of the outsiders, he won't get very far. Once Piotr is satisfied with Vorbataille's interrogation as well, both men are put to execution, but not by beheading as Doctor ghem-Miko: the sentence for treason is death by public starvation and exposure, and in this weather, it doesn't take long. They are publicly and emphatically denounced as traitors with no honor to speak of, sending a very clear message. Although this might seem like a gruesome sight to the outsiders, to the Barrayarans this is simply how it goes, and very few of them are sorry to see these traitors suffer, particularly as Vorhalas was the one responsible for their food shortage in the first place.

Reports from those soldiers and outsiders who were in the village at the same time as the Cetagandan field science team present the General Count with another troubling problem, however: the implications of the Cetagandans building a device that could control this phenomenon are terrifying, particularly to this threadbare resistance movement. But sabotage seems hardly a worthy solution, either. This is the only lead they have on sending the outsiders home, and so many of them have already put their lives on the line for the cause of a planet that otherwise nothing to most of them. There would be no honor in robbing them of their only chance to return home. But whether they should continue to allow the Cetagandans to proceed with their research or try to find a way to copy their plans themselves, a dubiously possible venture at best, weighs heavily on his mind. It only complicates his strategic concerns further, but by his military orders in the next couple of weeks, at least one thing is clear: he wants Cetagandan bodies.

camp
Morale is critically low among the soldiers, particularly after a few casualties during a recent skirmish with a Cetagandan patrol, but spirits definitely begin to lift with news of relief. The soldiers are now more or less accustomed to the outsiders' place in the camp, and they're even starting to become a little friendlier toward them, particularly those who've been involved in the war effort. They might invite outsiders to play card or dice games with them, or share a conversation over an admittedly meager meal, or better still, bond with them in the true Barrarayan form: over a lot of alcohol.

Negri has more or less built himself a niche in the camp, and doesn't look like he's going anywhere any time soon. But he isn't the only spy around. They desperately need a man on the inside, particularly with the troubling news about the wormhole device, and right now, that man is Byerly Vorrutyer. Starting next month, Piotr is sending him on assignment to infiltrate the Cetagandan base under the cover of a cowardly collaborator.

party
By the time they have the party on the 21st, the villagers have warmed up to the outsiders a little, but they don't really bond until the party. With what little they have to share, they scrape together as much of a feast as they can: not much, but by this month's standards, any hot meal prepared with fresh ingredients seems absolutely decadent. And because this is Barrayar there is, of course, plenty of liquor, that Barrayaran moonshine maple mead not the least among them, and there's no shortage of wine or vodka, either.

The hillfolk light lanterns all around the village and raise large tarps to cover the open center of the village where they usually hold gatherings. Inside, protected from the wind and lit by the bonfire and braziers placed around the perimeter, it's actually almost warm. Every villager who's ever laid hand to an instrument seems to gather there to play music all night long, an energetic mix of lively folk music and raucous drinking songs. Anyone with any musical talent would be welcome to join them as well. There's plenty of dancing, too, very little of it formal or complicated, but everyone's having a good time for the first time in weeks, maybe months, and the mood is infectious. By the end of the night, morale seems to have risen overall, and people in camp have something real to look forward to. The partygoing visitors are put up in warmed tents within the tarped village center or in the villagers' homes where they have room. Come morning, they'll head back, but for just one night, it's almost like there isn't even a war on.

missions
Outsiders have been assisting with moving supplies between the camp and Riverfall all throught he rest of the month, and it mostly goes smoothly. Vorbataille is caught on the 20th, although he and Vorhalas aren't publicly executed until a few days later, when Piotr is satisfied with the intelligence he's extracted. By the time he gets Vorbataille's name out of Vorhalas, the traitorous Captain has already fled -- but thanks to Carolina, Duv and Zarya, he's dragged back to camp for his interrogation.

That evening, Maine and William have the misfortune of encountering a dragon -- Darkstalker is on a mission with a Cetagandan patrol, and they run right smack into each other. A fight breaks out, but ultimately Darkstalker and the Cetagandans come out on top, and the outsiders and Barrayarans are forced to retreat -- but not before managing to kill a Cetagandan soldier or two, just barely escaping with one of the bodies.

Miles finds himself in a terrible position when a guard patrol shift goes horribly wrong in a skirmish against some Cetagandans, resulting in the death of their squad leader and a very ugly aftermath.

Zarya, William, Beth and Miles are in Riverfall with some Barrayaran soldiers on a supply run when a Cetagandan field science team arrives with a few exotics in tow. This is a rare chance to learn more about the Cetagandans' scientific exploits, and among other things, they find out that whatever it is that brought them here, the Cetagandan scientists are convincede it has something to do with the wormhole that collapsed 700 years ago.

The unabridged mission writeup is here.

cetaganda
The Cetagandans are a notoriously tight-lipped bunch, but they're blowing away most of the smoke surrounding their wormhole science research. As has been alluded, they're currently working on a device to harness the phenomenon that brought all the exotics here in the first place, and hopefully find a way to send them all home with it. They invite any exotics with scientific expertise to a series of interviews about neurology, astrophysics, and mechanical engineering. None of the advisement they receive helps to solve one of their most critical problems -- that of generating a Necklin field to match the one that must have surrounded each exotic -- but it certainly puts them closer to their goal, particularly in the area of neurology, and they're hardly going to stop there. But it's clear that the mathematicians and astrophysicists on base don't have sufficient expertise to solve the most complex equations before them. But on the brighter side of things, in the interest of this scientific exchange, they're letting the lab techs help a little more beyond just grunt work.

Meanwhile, the genetics project that seems so strange and arcane to the exotic carries on, largely behind the scenes, although Diya is increasingly at odds with her husband and even some of her senior staff, particularly the precocious Amai ghem-Soren. But there is very real purpose behind it -- and far more than just one -- and Diya d'Zefyst is a woman of great ambition. And more than anything else, she is haut.

Unfortunately, the relative peace on base is abruptly broken when Daryl, Lakshmi and Wash all manage to escape in a wild breakout attempt on the 25th. York and Ratchet are left behind, and as a result, some of their privileges revoked. They're now being watched a little more closely as a result.

base
Overall, despite simmering tensions under the surface and the miserable weather, life on base seems to be going more or less smoothly around them. The Cetagandans have had some recent victories against the Barrayarans, so morale is high. Unfortunately, after the breakout they begin cracking down on security with the exotics -- going back to treating the exotics a little more like they did when they first arrived. They aren't under guard, but after the 25th, they are being watched.

They still maintain that insistent veneer of civility, however, breaking only in cases where they feel the need or security risk is significant enough. The ghem on base remain overall cordial and courteous to the exotics as they ever were, which is to say considerably and always with a touch of smug superiority. With her success at the party earlier this month followed by her performance in the moon-poetry garden, the often-sequestered Amai ghem-Soren is seen more around the base.

moon-poetry party
The moon-poetry party is about three hours long and steeped in ceremony, each participant taking their turn to recite. This is, apparently, not a recitation of one's own work, but rather selections of classical Cetagandan poems, and in so referencing something culturally ubiquitous, each makes a statement in its mere selection and juxtapositions. If you pay close enough attention, you might notice that each participant has very subtly coordinated their outfits to further complement the theme of their recitation. Although there is a definite dignity to the party, it doesn't take much to pick up on the fact that this is yet another arena ghem use to try and socially one-up one another. Among the participants are both the Chief Medical Officer Colonel Faro ghem-Naru and Doctor Amai ghem-Soren, whose performance was especially well-received, the theme apparently being something about subtle passions.

missions
The science interviews with the exotics go more or less well, although not quite so hopeful as the Cetagandans were hoping. They do, however, learn some things about FTL travel in other worlds as well as other kinds of neural implants.

On the evening of the 21st, York, Natasha and Kaidan accidentally bear witness to what is clearly some kind of travesty: clearly a human being, but both overgrown and underdeveloped, and exhibiting powers of hydrokinesis and psychic empathy, referred to only as a ba.

On the 23rd, Jasper, Lapis, Pearl and Darkstalker accompany some soldiers and a field science team to Riverfall village, coinciding with a visit from some outsiders and soldiers. They encounter some outsiders while there but also pick up a bit on what it is the Cetagandans are doing -- that the Necklin field problem still remains their biggest problem, and they've been getting conflicting orders from the higher ups lately.

The unabridged mission writeup is here.

Note: Negri and Zahal are available for threads by request only this round. Please hit up Madi or Ammay respectively if you want threads with either of those NPCs. You can also request a thread with Village Speaker Yakiv Gura if you want, in which case hit up Madi.
dendarii: (TW_S1_E2_0447)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-19 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's used to it, anyway. The signs, at least, if not the boldness. But he's no count's heir here; he's just a funny looking outsider.

In any case, he brightens when he sees Duv. Keeping his own tones low. And limited to English, just in case. ]


Ah, yes. In a way. I remember coming here as a boy. Da wanted me to be visible.
pigsfeet: (armpit hair of the rich & famous)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-19 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a worthy question, one that deserves a similarly strident answer. One that, all told, Daryl would be completely unwilling to give him under normal circumstances. Daryl isn't the trusting sort. But weighing the pros and cons without the incredible stain of misery, paranoia, and that all-encompasing feeling of loss makes it far more simple than it would have been days ago.

"I got people on this side," he says. Okay, it's not the whole truth, but no way in hell is Daryl leaking the fast-penta incident in a hurry. Or, you know. Ever. "Cetagandans ain't got much use for traps, anyhow."
komarran: (how many icons are there of duv drinking)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-19 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Here? No, a friend of mine was already at this camp." A term he uses lightly. He and Miles had parted on fairly good terms last he saw the man and he's as close to a friend as Duv has here. Byerly Vorrutyer is someone Miles claims to trust, but Duv's opinion on the man is still out after Vorrutyer's involvement with his torture.

"His name is Miles Illyan, he's the shortest here and hard to miss."
pigsfeet: (nopenopenopenope)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-19 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Daryl's face falls into something approaching blandness. It's a feint to hide the deeper feeling of confusion. Nothing makes sense on this goddamn planet.

"You mean the prick who kidnapped you?"
komarran: (and another drinking icon probably)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-19 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He frowns slightly at the implications of that. To subject his own son to the hostility such visibility would take is an action he doubts Count Aral Vorkosigan would make on a whim. Part of Vorkosigan's political agenda or to educate his son about the region he would eventually take the countship of?

It's information he pockets away for later. ]


Then you know the region well?
shri: (» we're at the start)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-19 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her smile pulls idly, she's far better company than she had been in Cetagandan, and the sleep has done her wonders. But she's still tired, the smile wane as she pulls the needle from her mouth to hook it against the material. ]

Well, then, you are welcome to keep me company. The scenery is not particularly enthralling.

[ She yanks up the thread in a neat stitch. ]
komarran: (who did what now and why)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-19 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
No, nothing makes sense here. Duv would readily agree with that.

"I wasn't kidnapped," he answers with a small sigh. "Matters are... complicated given our relation to the events happening here. I knew my odds here would be poor, but it was preferable to remaining with the Cetagandans."
littlemissfutility: (55)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-19 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Beth's bedroll has a few more blankets than it probably should, thanks to people offering extras to her. As a result, wet and cold as she is from the snow outside the tent, she can wrap herself up in two and sit on two more and feel somewhat comfortable. She watches Daryl find a place for himself, reassuringly near her own mat, and swipes at her eyes with her coat sleeve.

"Two months? I think." It's hard to keep track of time, especially when one day just bleeds into the next. Today I got up, ate something, and helped out around camp--over and over and over. "You came over from the Cetas, didn't you?"

News travels fast in a small camp, especially when the count is debriefing people. It's a big enough deal that she heard whispers before night fell; she just didn't expect the count was questioning him.
pigsfeet: (mmmm nah)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-19 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Daryl knows what that kind of 'complicated' means. I trust you, but not that much. Well, fair's fair, there's shit Daryl's holding back on, too. He nods.

"You were willing to risk bein'-" Well. If Duv wants to keep using the euphemism, he'll play along. "Interrogated?"

It's a gamble that Duv seems to have lost, and yet, watching him carefully, Daryl waits to find the signs of regret. So far all he's seen is the kind of world-weariness that comes from inevitability bad situations, but not regret.

Maybe Daryl's reading him wrong. Wouldn't be the first time.
dendarii: (solpadeine106)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-19 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
A man wanting to go out in the wilderness and survive because he's a survivalist? That seems ... weird. Having someone on this side, though. That's far more likely. "Ah, I see," he says with a nod. "May I ask who?"
pigsfeet: (staring contest)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-19 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
It's all bullshit, really. Beth's continued existence is a happy accident, something he doesn't deserve and revels in anyway. The real reason, because the Cetagandans wanted to use him as a weapon, because he stabbed one of their grunts rather than bow his head, because of the drugs they pumped into his veins... that's his business.

Spilling about how he knows Beth is a sacrifice, but a small one compared to the information he'd rather keep back.

"Beth," he says, "Beth Greene."
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 234)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-19 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Both. Done when Miles was old enough to handle it - never without support, certainly not without Bothari - but done all the same. His father uses everything. Wastes nothing.

Even Miles' disabilities. ]


Quite well. There are some differences, of course, but fewer than you might expect.
dendarii: (for real?)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-19 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Something else going on beneath the surface, he thinks. But whether it's a critical matter or a personal one is not obvious, and Miles doesn't feel the urge to pry. The man has just gotten here. And if he's a spy like Byerly is about to be, posing as a defector - well. He'll deal with that soon enough.

For now, he brightens. "Yes, I've spoken with her. Bright girl." A pause. "Said something about a zombie apocalypse."
komarran: (insert something dry and sarcastic)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-19 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Weary and this is the sort of luck he expects for himself. Everything he's earned on this damn planet has been through bitter resilience and being thrown in the past hasn't changed anything.

"Yes," he answers flatly. "I wouldn't recommend taking the risk yourself. They're eager for anything that will ensure their planet's sovereignty."

And somehow, it still hadn't beaten out his last run-in with torture and fast-penta.
pigsfeet: (staring contest)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-19 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
He's just glad to see she's not shivering on a threadbare mattress. She's got blankets, more than he does, and she seems comfortable. Recovering. Safe. It's more than he could ask for.

"You been here about as long as me," he says, rueful. They've been here for how long, not knowing who was out there waiting for them? What a goddamn joke. He doesn't dwell on it, or he'll break something.

"Yeah," he says, "escaped. Nearly got killed doin' it."

He'll tell her about the fast-penta, about the prison cell and what the Cetas know. He just won't do it tonight. The poor girl deserves some goddamn peace of mind.
komarran: (is he painting)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-19 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Unused to the cold weather? [ he asks as he takes a seat across from her. He watches the movement of her hands as she continues to sew. ]

I didn't think they'd put you to work so quickly after returning.
shri: (» I got my fingers laced together)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-20 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ The worst part about him, is he does have a face to make the dreaming easy. She sighs wearily, groggily, taking another sip of water before she passes it back, sinking back into the blankets. She needs to move, needs to do - oh a hundred different things, easily.

Which her - was that french? She thinks it is, she cannot be sure. Didn't spend enough time, and they certainly haven't had a Queen for some time now - isn't the best, but she blinks at him, still groggy, the breath coming pained into her chest still.
] Reine, is it?

[ Then digs, because she couldn't let him just have that, could she? ] Your assumptions are endless, have you ever been told that?
littlemissfutility: (99)

a.

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-20 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
Lakshmi comes back so much older looking than she left. Beth starts dropping into the medical tent to check on her (still sleeping? still sleeping) in the afternoons. There's little change, but it's nice to know she's safe. And it's even kind of warm in there--probably especially under all those blankets.

One day, though, Lakshmi's up. Not only that, she's awake and in the midst of work. The fact that she's doing something, not just sleepily sipping from a cup and curling back into the mattress, does more than anything to convince Beth that she's getting better.

She sits where she's told but doesn't pick up a uniform. Her sewing skills are pretty minimal, but she'll gladly keep Lakshmi company. "How are you feeling?"
shri: (» oh tell me then)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-20 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ She shakes her head, no, no, and it reminds her of her first conversation with Miles. About snow, and her irritation at it. He'd made her feel differently with it. A silly game to ease her some.

It had helped then. Made her feel less caged, for what it was worth. But his question to her work makes her laugh, and then - immediately start coughing, an ugly mess.
] I do not like laying about being idle. Though in truth I think they gave it to me so I would stop bothering them or trying to leave.

[ Shakes her head as she pulls through another stitch. ]
shri: (» people talk to me)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-20 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
She's glad to see Beth, smiling widely the moment she does. Glad to see her well, in a cell, with nothing else to do, her mind had been prone to worrying. She had done what she could to look after her, to make sure she was in a position to fend for herself, explain to her what she must understand. Hoped it had been enough.

( She's good at worry - maybe in place of Devi, she must turn it on someone, apparently ).

"Well, enough, now." Which is brave words, considering that the moment she utters them, forces her throat to move and she coughs hard into her hand that she brings up quickly against to cover it. Then, gingerly, as if she must concede. "But I have been better."
pigsfeet: 1/2. moonshine. (im a real model.)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-20 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
It takes Daryl a moment to remember what zombie means. It such a stupid goddamn name for the thing responsible for nearly all the deaths he's seen, and the ones he was too late for. The thing that killed Sophia, the things that destroyed their home, the thing that drove Terminus to cannibalism shouldn't be called a word that sounds like a kind of theatre box candy.

The secret the Cetagandans tortured him over shouldn't be called goddamn zombies.

It's a secret he'd tried to die for. His face falls, settling hard into a closed off expression. He was in a good mood before, and that evaporates quickly. The change is subtle, but easily seen if you're patient enough to read the signs, the sudden sharpening of his features, the rigidity of his posture. Daryl isn't above leaning forward slightly, lording his full height over the other man.

"What'd you hear?" His voice is thin, edged harshly with suspicion.
dendarii: (eidetics 160)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-20 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Ah. He's said something wrong, hasn't he? All right, he'd been a bit flippant there; he can acknowledge that. He puts his hands up again in surrender, though he refuses to take a step back. Or be properly intimidated by the taller man. (Here, the image of Taura helps considerably; no one is going to top his eight-foot-tall girlfriend.)

"An illness," he says, looking up at the other man with those clear gray eyes of his. "Upon death, the body rises again as an empty monster. Your world is overrun with it."
littlemissfutility: (08)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-20 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Getting better, though." Rani looks better than she did when she first arrived, and Beth would rather focus on that than the fact that she seems to have a ways to go. With a cough like that, she's probably reminded of it too much as it is. "You'll be out of here soon."

She feels a little superfluous, sitting here with nothing to do, Keeping a sick woman--a sick friend? she's not sure if it goes that far, exactly--company has to be enough for now. And thanking her. Thanking her should help.

The smile she gives Rani is a little teasing, buoyed up by a sort of guileless happiness. "I came here to thank you. You brought me a friend."
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-20 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"The whole time?" She groans a little. They've been so close to each other, and yet it took months to know it. Months they could have used--if Daryl had been here when they were out of food...

It doesn't matter. He's here now. There's no point looking back; if she peers back too far, she's going to have to think about home again. Besides, now that he's here, they'll never be truly hungry again. Even if they're eating squirrel for the rest of the year, they'll eat. Her faith in his hunting skills is unshakable.

"What was it like?" Beth asks. Now that he's here, she can't imagine sleeping. For all she knows, she'll wake up, and he'll be gone. Before that happens, she wants to know all about where he was--and maybe to tell him about the place he's come to.
pigsfeet: (that headtilt thing dogs do)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-20 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
Too late, Daryl wants to say, but knows goddamn better. He trusts Duv well enough, but the man's a prime candidate for another round of interrogation. The less he knows, the fucking better, for his sake, for all their sakes.

Instead, Daryl just nods. "Nobody left who ain't." All the kind, gentle people willing to live and let live are dead. That feeling, Daryl is more than used to. More importantly: "Don't let nobody push you around. On these assholes' side," for now. Maybe. Whatever. "But they're still assholes."