He'd hoped. He'd told Tyr as much as they left Tarazed. In a year's time, they could vote on Commonwealth membership again, and the threat from the Magog would be more urgent. And somehow, knowing he was right doesn't make it much easier to not hold what Rhade did against him.
Any more than understanding it does.
It was a very Nietzschean thing to do. Stab him and Sara and everything Tarazed is and was meant to be in the back for a little longer in the security their isolated sliproute gives them. At the cost of depriving Dylan of the reinforcements, supplies, and institutions his nascent Commonwealth so desperately needs.
Damn, but that voice sets him on edge. The first time he'd met Rhade, he'd barely been able to maintain his composure long enough for introductions. Sometimes, it seems like forever since Hephaistos, but to his awareness, it wasn't. Less than two years since Gaheris Rhade was at his side, in his counsels, the man he trusted most in the world. That's not easy to forget, even if he knows he can't hold Telemachus responsible for Gaheris' betrayal.
That's another thing he can't forgive, even if on an intellectual level he understands it.
His laugh is less than entirely amused, as much a bluff to cover his unease as anything.
"Well, Admiral, I can call you that, but it doesn't make you my superior." He lifts his chin in challenge, but there is a little amusement in his eyes. Petty, maybe, but Rhade deserves it. "Not while Tarazed's not in the Commonwealth."
He really doesn't know what to make of this. Rhade's familiar with him in a way that Dylan isn't with him. There's some sort of history between them he doesn't know. That's in conflict with Dylan's own feelings of resentment about Tarazed.
But that fades in comparison to the history Rhade's telling him, that sometime, his charter will be ratified. No matter how far away that seems.
Dylan reaches up a hand and runs it through the back of his hair.
"10088. Not so long after I met you, in fact. We've still got a lot of worlds to sign up." He lets out a deep breath. "But I am getting the feeling you know me a lot better than I know you."
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He'd hoped. He'd told Tyr as much as they left Tarazed. In a year's time, they could vote on Commonwealth membership again, and the threat from the Magog would be more urgent. And somehow, knowing he was right doesn't make it much easier to not hold what Rhade did against him.
Any more than understanding it does.
It was a very Nietzschean thing to do. Stab him and Sara and everything Tarazed is and was meant to be in the back for a little longer in the security their isolated sliproute gives them. At the cost of depriving Dylan of the reinforcements, supplies, and institutions his nascent Commonwealth so desperately needs.
Damn, but that voice sets him on edge. The first time he'd met Rhade, he'd barely been able to maintain his composure long enough for introductions. Sometimes, it seems like forever since Hephaistos, but to his awareness, it wasn't. Less than two years since Gaheris Rhade was at his side, in his counsels, the man he trusted most in the world. That's not easy to forget, even if he knows he can't hold Telemachus responsible for Gaheris' betrayal.
That's another thing he can't forgive, even if on an intellectual level he understands it.
His laugh is less than entirely amused, as much a bluff to cover his unease as anything.
"Well, Admiral, I can call you that, but it doesn't make you my superior." He lifts his chin in challenge, but there is a little amusement in his eyes. Petty, maybe, but Rhade deserves it. "Not while Tarazed's not in the Commonwealth."
He really doesn't know what to make of this. Rhade's familiar with him in a way that Dylan isn't with him. There's some sort of history between them he doesn't know. That's in conflict with Dylan's own feelings of resentment about Tarazed.
But that fades in comparison to the history Rhade's telling him, that sometime, his charter will be ratified. No matter how far away that seems.
Dylan reaches up a hand and runs it through the back of his hair.
"10088. Not so long after I met you, in fact. We've still got a lot of worlds to sign up." He lets out a deep breath. "But I am getting the feeling you know me a lot better than I know you."