Silence hung for a long time. The odd pair had done a good job of fitting puzzle pieces together, but the important bits were still lost to them.
"...so what do we do now, Syrhberk?" The highlander asked quietly, exhausted from the culmination of duty, task and deed. The poison didn't help, either.
"We aren't gonna do anything." The roe looked down at the crinkled paper in his hand and back up again. "Despite our paths converging here, you and I aren't partners. I've got my own duties to follow, and you yours."
"True, but-"
"No buts, Warren. You want to go after that girl, you do it alone."
The highlander looked up, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Syrh, you spent a year working to bring this whole ring down. We're on the cusp of it now, we just need-"
The roe held up his free hand. "No 'we' about it. I was assigned to root out information. You chose to. You can choose to keep digging, but I've been reassigned." The roegadyn sighed heavily, looking across at Warren with some hesitance. "You know your letters?"
Warren nodded and Syrhberk handed over the wrinkled paper. The texture was rough and the writing on it sloppy - Warren assumed it was done swiftly, and in large quantity.
Syrhberk Horkshyr,
Your services are ever valued by those of us in the Admiral's Employ. As you may or may not be aware, the Garlean advance has grown more aggressive and the Maelstrom intend to answer the call of the Eorzean Alliance. On account of this, your current station is no longer necessary. You have two suns from the receipt of this letter to report back to Maelstrom command. We will join our allies at Carteneau and drive Garlmald back to their whore mothers.
Til Sea Swallows All
"Before you ask, I received that letter a day and a half ago. I'm heading north, Warren, and I'll meet whatever fate awaits me there. You're free to do as you choose."
Warren remained silent and glanced out the window into the sky, where Dalamud loomed threateningly overhead.
"...so what do we do now, Syrhberk?" The highlander asked quietly, exhausted from the culmination of duty, task and deed. The poison didn't help, either.
"We aren't gonna do anything." The roe looked down at the crinkled paper in his hand and back up again. "Despite our paths converging here, you and I aren't partners. I've got my own duties to follow, and you yours."
"True, but-"
"No buts, Warren. You want to go after that girl, you do it alone."
The highlander looked up, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Syrh, you spent a year working to bring this whole ring down. We're on the cusp of it now, we just need-"
The roe held up his free hand. "No 'we' about it. I was assigned to root out information. You chose to. You can choose to keep digging, but I've been reassigned." The roegadyn sighed heavily, looking across at Warren with some hesitance. "You know your letters?"
Warren nodded and Syrhberk handed over the wrinkled paper. The texture was rough and the writing on it sloppy - Warren assumed it was done swiftly, and in large quantity.
Syrhberk Horkshyr,
Your services are ever valued by those of us in the Admiral's Employ. As you may or may not be aware, the Garlean advance has grown more aggressive and the Maelstrom intend to answer the call of the Eorzean Alliance. On account of this, your current station is no longer necessary. You have two suns from the receipt of this letter to report back to Maelstrom command. We will join our allies at Carteneau and drive Garlmald back to their whore mothers.
Til Sea Swallows All
"Before you ask, I received that letter a day and a half ago. I'm heading north, Warren, and I'll meet whatever fate awaits me there. You're free to do as you choose."
Warren remained silent and glanced out the window into the sky, where Dalamud loomed threateningly overhead.
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