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[Sept. 7][Suikoden III] Forte's Compromises
Title: Forte's Compromises
Day/Theme: Sept. 7, 2009 "the light of our armistice"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Sasarai, Forte Ismeiro, Stephen
Rating: PG
"You and the plague- have you reached an agreement yet?" the doctor asked, a slightly sarcastic edge to his deep voice as he passed by Sasarai with an armful of clean sheets. He appreciated Sasarai's efforts in Viela, as well as his noble sentiments, but he was a practical man and the emotional way the bishop approached every aspect of this disaster was amusing to him in a pathetic or pitiable sort of way. If you allowed yourself to be ruled by your emotions under these circumstances, you were only making things harder for yourself.
"No progress," Sasarai responded quietly, not exactly dismissing the idea of a possible armistice outright.
Dr. Ismeiro hoped he was joking. He would have to ask Stephen about that later. What kind of sense of humor did the bishop have? Since arriving on the island, Forte had recognized the importance of Sasarai and his efforts in controlling and alleviating the situation, but he had also observed in the bishop an amazing talent for getting in his way. ...Or maybe it was just him, he amended the thought as he sidestepped Sev and Annie as they hurried through the ward of the makeshift hospital and off down the creaking wooden stairs. Maybe he often felt too cramped and crowded by others as they tried to work around him.
He carried on mildly ruminating over these thoughts until he found Stephen, who was in the process of making up an empty bed while simultaneously comforting the young man in the cot beside it. Now here was a man Forte was happy to have around. He couldn't have commandeered a better orderly if he'd tried. Stephen's only lacking was in the area of medical knowledge, but that was to be expected. He was only a priest and this was a specialized subject. "Stephen," the doctor interrupted, holding out the sheets.
"Excuse me," he politely told the patient before shuffling over to gather up the folds of fabric in his arms. "Thank you, Doctor! You didn't need to do this. You could've just told me and I'd have taken care of these."
"It was no trouble. Nika did the washing," the doctor shrugged.
Day/Theme: Sept. 7, 2009 "the light of our armistice"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Sasarai, Forte Ismeiro, Stephen
Rating: PG
"You and the plague- have you reached an agreement yet?" the doctor asked, a slightly sarcastic edge to his deep voice as he passed by Sasarai with an armful of clean sheets. He appreciated Sasarai's efforts in Viela, as well as his noble sentiments, but he was a practical man and the emotional way the bishop approached every aspect of this disaster was amusing to him in a pathetic or pitiable sort of way. If you allowed yourself to be ruled by your emotions under these circumstances, you were only making things harder for yourself.
"No progress," Sasarai responded quietly, not exactly dismissing the idea of a possible armistice outright.
Dr. Ismeiro hoped he was joking. He would have to ask Stephen about that later. What kind of sense of humor did the bishop have? Since arriving on the island, Forte had recognized the importance of Sasarai and his efforts in controlling and alleviating the situation, but he had also observed in the bishop an amazing talent for getting in his way. ...Or maybe it was just him, he amended the thought as he sidestepped Sev and Annie as they hurried through the ward of the makeshift hospital and off down the creaking wooden stairs. Maybe he often felt too cramped and crowded by others as they tried to work around him.
He carried on mildly ruminating over these thoughts until he found Stephen, who was in the process of making up an empty bed while simultaneously comforting the young man in the cot beside it. Now here was a man Forte was happy to have around. He couldn't have commandeered a better orderly if he'd tried. Stephen's only lacking was in the area of medical knowledge, but that was to be expected. He was only a priest and this was a specialized subject. "Stephen," the doctor interrupted, holding out the sheets.
"Excuse me," he politely told the patient before shuffling over to gather up the folds of fabric in his arms. "Thank you, Doctor! You didn't need to do this. You could've just told me and I'd have taken care of these."
"It was no trouble. Nika did the washing," the doctor shrugged.