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[Nov. 5, 2008][Suikoden III] A Small Concession
Title: A Small Concession
Day/Theme: Nov. 5, 2008 "but not without considerable regret."
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Sasarai, Olia, Sarah
Rating: PG
"Olia-!" Sasarai hastened to catch up to his colleague. He almost reached to grab her billowing sleeve, but at the last moment, he realized what a terrible idea that could turn out to be and allowed his hand to fall to his side.
Olia turned back, her loose, waist-length brown hair flipping to the side. "Sasarai? What is it?" Her expression was fairly neutral. She shifted the small stack of papers she held from one arm to the other.
"Do you- do you remember Sarah?" he asked. He needed to know and it seemed as though he'd only have a small window of opportunity in which to learn the truth before the matter of Luc was closed permanently. He didn't know if Sarah was covered in that decision, but he didn't want to risk it.
Olia tipped her head slightly and looked upward, searching through her mind for the relevant information. There were so many memories of people swirling around her mind that trying to pick out one of the more insignificant ones could take a little while. "The Sindar girl?"
"You do remember." Had it been a happier topic, he would've smiled. It was rare for Olia to be so straightforward with him. She was usually so tightly bound to her political agenda and all sorts of plotting that she barely spoke to him without her eyelids lowering and her lips twisting into a sly smile.
"I was a fool to allow the Temple to keep her for me. I should've known better. I should have known well enough by then that if I didn't keep her constantly by my side that someone else would steal her away." Olia shook her head. "I just never expected it to be someone from outside the Temple."
"Did you know that...that girl with the masked bishop...that was that same Sarah?" Sasarai ventured. To the best of his recollection, he had never actually met her in those days long past when she had served as a prisoner and translator, taken here and there to read the words of the Sindar, but the loose tongues of those who had worked with Olia over the years (one Gabriel Astraav in particular) had tipped Sasarai off to Bishop Kaeyani's work in this field and the child who had "helped" her.
"Hm. It never occurred to me as a possibility, but I suppose... I suppose it makes sense." After a moment of pensive silence, the Olia Sasarai knew (and was often frustrated with) returned. He could see it her eyes. "...Why do you want to talk about it?" she asked pointedly.
"N-no reason," her fellow bishop stammered. He had lost his nerve. With a few anxious parting comments, Sasarai allowed Olia to get back to her business.
Day/Theme: Nov. 5, 2008 "but not without considerable regret."
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Sasarai, Olia, Sarah
Rating: PG
"Olia-!" Sasarai hastened to catch up to his colleague. He almost reached to grab her billowing sleeve, but at the last moment, he realized what a terrible idea that could turn out to be and allowed his hand to fall to his side.
Olia turned back, her loose, waist-length brown hair flipping to the side. "Sasarai? What is it?" Her expression was fairly neutral. She shifted the small stack of papers she held from one arm to the other.
"Do you- do you remember Sarah?" he asked. He needed to know and it seemed as though he'd only have a small window of opportunity in which to learn the truth before the matter of Luc was closed permanently. He didn't know if Sarah was covered in that decision, but he didn't want to risk it.
Olia tipped her head slightly and looked upward, searching through her mind for the relevant information. There were so many memories of people swirling around her mind that trying to pick out one of the more insignificant ones could take a little while. "The Sindar girl?"
"You do remember." Had it been a happier topic, he would've smiled. It was rare for Olia to be so straightforward with him. She was usually so tightly bound to her political agenda and all sorts of plotting that she barely spoke to him without her eyelids lowering and her lips twisting into a sly smile.
"I was a fool to allow the Temple to keep her for me. I should've known better. I should have known well enough by then that if I didn't keep her constantly by my side that someone else would steal her away." Olia shook her head. "I just never expected it to be someone from outside the Temple."
"Did you know that...that girl with the masked bishop...that was that same Sarah?" Sasarai ventured. To the best of his recollection, he had never actually met her in those days long past when she had served as a prisoner and translator, taken here and there to read the words of the Sindar, but the loose tongues of those who had worked with Olia over the years (one Gabriel Astraav in particular) had tipped Sasarai off to Bishop Kaeyani's work in this field and the child who had "helped" her.
"Hm. It never occurred to me as a possibility, but I suppose... I suppose it makes sense." After a moment of pensive silence, the Olia Sasarai knew (and was often frustrated with) returned. He could see it her eyes. "...Why do you want to talk about it?" she asked pointedly.
"N-no reason," her fellow bishop stammered. He had lost his nerve. With a few anxious parting comments, Sasarai allowed Olia to get back to her business.