Acting President Caraway climbed the steps to the upper room of the pub and gave his daughter a tired smile. "Hello, Angel." Normally, he liked formalities, but singlehandedly trying to keep an empire from falling apart was taking its toll. He gestured at the crates. "Are these them?"
"Hi, Dad," she said. He looked tired. She could see it around his eyes. Maybe he'd notice how tired her were, too.
"They are," she said. "I ... I had some help. A lot of help. Some people chipped in a little, and some worked a lot. The files are all indexed and sorted, and ... and some are just bits and scraps that I don't even know what to do with, but those are separated out, too, and I did my best with those, I really did. And I left the gray areas separate from the really clear cut ones. And I double-checked it all, and I did random spot-checks, but I'm scared I missed things, or messed it up, and I know you said you weren't going to trust me not to change it just to get people out of prison but Daddy, if these are wrong it's a mistake and please, blame me, I mean, don't blame them, don't ... don't throw it all out if I made mistakes, because I tried, I swear I did, I ..."
Okay, Rinoa really hadn't slept much for ... a while. Lately. That hadn't all meant to come out, but ... well. At least he'd know she was taking this
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She looked as tired as he felt. More, even. And she was panicking...
What had he done to her? He'd just wanted her to understand the gravity of the task, to understand that he couldn't just let people out of prison without a good reason, to understand that sometimes "good" and "fair" and "right" weren't as important as the practicalities of keeping people fed and sheltered and protected. But this... she looked like she hadn't slept much.
"Good," he told her. "I trust your judgment." So long as she wasn't being silly and idealistic, she had a good head on her shoulders.
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"They are," she said. "I ... I had some help. A lot of help. Some people chipped in a little, and some worked a lot. The files are all indexed and sorted, and ... and some are just bits and scraps that I don't even know what to do with, but those are separated out, too, and I did my best with those, I really did. And I left the gray areas separate from the really clear cut ones. And I double-checked it all, and I did random spot-checks, but I'm scared I missed things, or messed it up, and I know you said you weren't going to trust me not to change it just to get people out of prison but Daddy, if these are wrong it's a mistake and please, blame me, I mean, don't blame them, don't ... don't throw it all out if I made mistakes, because I tried, I swear I did, I ..."
Okay, Rinoa really hadn't slept much for ... a while. Lately. That hadn't all meant to come out, but ... well. At least he'd know she was taking this ( ... )
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What had he done to her? He'd just wanted her to understand the gravity of the task, to understand that he couldn't just let people out of prison without a good reason, to understand that sometimes "good" and "fair" and "right" weren't as important as the practicalities of keeping people fed and sheltered and protected. But this... she looked like she hadn't slept much.
"Good," he told her. "I trust your judgment." So long as she wasn't being silly and idealistic, she had a good head on her shoulders.
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