Re: The Cat: Rae and Kratos
Kratos assumed she had depths. He did not think this about many people, but he thought it about her. He treated her and the others like her with wary caution. Caution was not the same as fear, and it carried with it a certain respect. Frankly, he thought they felt the same about him. She did not twist things around like generals and diplomats, though. He appreciated that.
It was fortunate this conversation was in his tongue and not hers. The complexities were many, the grays varishaded. He nodded. "It is like that also with my father." And he left it at that, as if all the questions she had just dropped between them were the same straight black, the same color of question, asking precisely the same thing. He did not wish his son to be like himself.
He too was finished with his glass, and he put it down. He looked at her. "The boy does not come to see me, next seven days," he said, directly. The offer was as straight-forward as everything else he ever said.