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[Dec. 4] [Original] You Knew Them
Title: You Knew Them
Day/Theme: Dec. 4, 2009 "do you believe in the day that you were born?"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Bashir, Fado, discussion of Camwyn and Sola
Rating: PG
"Fado, you fought my father. Did you know much about him?" Bashir asked. He tapped the side of his fork against his bowl as he paused in his eating. Yet another nervous tick, Fado thought. This young man had more than his fair share of them. He was too nervous. It unsettled him as well when they were left alone too long.
"Not particularly," he admitted. "Almost everything I know about An Shirin concerns his military tactics. He did a good job of holding out with what little he had in Shirikh, but the fact that he didn't surrender, choosing instead to fight it out with us until the bitter end does shed light on his personality. Either some major character flaws- he was stubborn, he underestimated the emperor or overestimated his Catalonian support- or he really wanted to go down as a tragic hero, a martyr for the independence of Shirikh."
Was this the right opportunity to tell of the only time he had encountered Camwyn face to face? Fado wasn't sure. There was never a right time to tell someone you had killed their father. "...Anyway, why do you want to know about him?"
"I think my mother does love Emperor Ilekano. I really do." He looked coolly detached from the matter. He probably didn't approve, but he saw that there was nothing he could or should do to influence the matter. That part of him was more admirable. Sometimes Fado wondered what life was like at court these days, though he certainly didn't seem to be missing out on anything.
Fado couldn't exactly tell how these concepts matched up, but he was willing to wait and see where Bashir was going with this. He had stopped speaking again for a few moments to work on his meal. The rice was getting cold.
"I was just wondering about my parents. If they loved each other." He ate a few more bites. Fado couldn't say he knew what this was about- what Bashir thought he would get out of knowing one way or the other- but he wasn't about to criticize the decision to ask. "My mother doesn't talk about my father. Not ever. ...But that could be because of how things are now. He's not only dead, but he was a rebel. I barely know anything about him, and sometimes I wonder..." He gazed off in a daze at the sky. Fado sat quietly, waiting for him to speak again.
"You know, I think I'm happier to be the son of the emperor than the son of An Shirin. But I'm not sure that's how I should be feeling. Life is complicated that way, don't you think?"
"Yes, I do." That he could agree with.
Day/Theme: Dec. 4, 2009 "do you believe in the day that you were born?"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Bashir, Fado, discussion of Camwyn and Sola
Rating: PG
"Fado, you fought my father. Did you know much about him?" Bashir asked. He tapped the side of his fork against his bowl as he paused in his eating. Yet another nervous tick, Fado thought. This young man had more than his fair share of them. He was too nervous. It unsettled him as well when they were left alone too long.
"Not particularly," he admitted. "Almost everything I know about An Shirin concerns his military tactics. He did a good job of holding out with what little he had in Shirikh, but the fact that he didn't surrender, choosing instead to fight it out with us until the bitter end does shed light on his personality. Either some major character flaws- he was stubborn, he underestimated the emperor or overestimated his Catalonian support- or he really wanted to go down as a tragic hero, a martyr for the independence of Shirikh."
Was this the right opportunity to tell of the only time he had encountered Camwyn face to face? Fado wasn't sure. There was never a right time to tell someone you had killed their father. "...Anyway, why do you want to know about him?"
"I think my mother does love Emperor Ilekano. I really do." He looked coolly detached from the matter. He probably didn't approve, but he saw that there was nothing he could or should do to influence the matter. That part of him was more admirable. Sometimes Fado wondered what life was like at court these days, though he certainly didn't seem to be missing out on anything.
Fado couldn't exactly tell how these concepts matched up, but he was willing to wait and see where Bashir was going with this. He had stopped speaking again for a few moments to work on his meal. The rice was getting cold.
"I was just wondering about my parents. If they loved each other." He ate a few more bites. Fado couldn't say he knew what this was about- what Bashir thought he would get out of knowing one way or the other- but he wasn't about to criticize the decision to ask. "My mother doesn't talk about my father. Not ever. ...But that could be because of how things are now. He's not only dead, but he was a rebel. I barely know anything about him, and sometimes I wonder..." He gazed off in a daze at the sky. Fado sat quietly, waiting for him to speak again.
"You know, I think I'm happier to be the son of the emperor than the son of An Shirin. But I'm not sure that's how I should be feeling. Life is complicated that way, don't you think?"
"Yes, I do." That he could agree with.