Thursday, August 16, 2012

Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter V : Letting go

“He said what?!”

Lukas sighed. The conversation was unfortunately going exactly the way he’d expected it would--the only way it could. “He terminated our business relationship, at least for the time being.”

Lyta jumped off the sofa arm where she’d been sitting and began to pace. “He can’t do that!”
“Of course he can,” said Lukas, as reasonably as he could. “It was an at-will partnership. We could have left at any time, if we’d wanted to.”

“But we didn’t want to! That’s the point, Lukas!”

Lukas sat down on the recently-vacated sofa. “True,” he agreed. “Though the other point is that Ti obviously has some issues he needs to work through and has decided it would be better if he did it without us around befuddling him.”

Lyta glared at him. “Befuddling?” She spat the word.

Lukas nodded. “Clouding his mind. Causing him emotional anguish. Dredging up childhood memories he would prefer remain buried as he surrounds himself with people who have only ever known his new persona.”

Lyta opened her mouth, closed it, shook her head, and began pacing again. Lukas watched her impassively.

Lyta stopped suddenly and turned. “Where is he?” she asked, voice full of purpose.

“I don’t know.”


“What? I don’t. The warehouse where we met is no longer his base of operations, and I didn’t think to ask where he’d relocated himself.  And I don’t think he would have told me.”

“You could find out,” Lyta said bitterly.

Lukas nodded. “Probably. So could you, for that matter.”

Lyta paused, nodded, and strode toward the door. “I’m going to find him.”

Lukas settled back into the sofa cushions. “Okay.”

Lyta stopped, hand on the doorknob. “Okay? That’s all you’re going to say?”

Lukas shrugged. “You seem to have your heart set on it. If it’ll make you feel better, I won’t stop you. An honest-to-Prophet shouting match might do you both some good, at least in the short term. Get it out of your systems.”

Lyta licked her lips, trying to find the hidden angle in Lukas’ words. “…In the short-term?”

Lukas nodded. “Yes. Long-term, I think it might cause some difficulties, given that you’re both likely to say things you don’t mean, and probably in front of his Kin. But you can deal with that later. Or not, as you prefer.”

“…I wouldn’t,” Lyta said a touch too forcefully. “I wouldn’t say anything I didn’t mean.”

Lukas raised his right eyebrow and waited.

Lyta grumbled and took her hand off the door handle. “All right. Maybe I would. But he’d deserve it!”

“Probably,” Lukas conceded. “And I admit that part of me would be waiting with 'bated breath to hear your account of the confrontation. But,” he stood and walked towards the door, next to his sister, and put his hand on her shoulder. “I also want to see you happy. And right now I suspect you’re about to do something that would endanger your long-term happiness for the sake of short-term catharsis.”

Lyta stared a long moment, then sighed. “Fine,” she said at last. “So what do we do instead?”

Lukas turned Lyta to face out the window of their suite, overlooking the Prince Gable skyline.  “We go find this sonuvabitch for Renault, get our family’s name cleared, and get our damn money back.  That’s what we do.

And here’s how we’re going to do it.”

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