Fiona nods, slow and soft. It's something discussed rarely if ever, but she knows what he means. It shouldn't matter from where this kindness stems, but it always chafes, the fear that it's some form of pity. Remembering his past makes it easier to set that aside.
"What will we do?" What can be done What look like possibilities to Corvo just feel like closed doors to Fiona.
For her, they are, for him - well, they were something he took no small joy in kicking open. Running the Empire has he had for Emily until she came of age meant he had to set aside personal joys for the sake of the Empire's stability.
Like being disregarding of the nobilities opinions about matters that their own arrogance made them think they were superior. "A lawyer, first, I think."
His fingers drum, more than a lawyer. He would find out who would be overseeing this case. Then he would speak to Yul, the abbey would not wish for a hardworking man be thrown out onto the street. They after all, had a message to preach. "Then the Abbey will have opinions, no doubt, that they will wish to air in the sermons, once they heard about such matters."
Public pressure, heaviness on the case, to teach the headmaster a lesson, if nothing else.
"A lawyer?" That seems like an awful lot of trouble on her account. Expensive trouble. The sort of trouble Gallaghers don't get out of in one piece. And she knows Corvo means well and she knows he'll do his best, but still, she worries. She hasn't gotten this far without worrying. It's what's kept her alive.
Which makes her gawk even more when he speaks next. "The- the abbey? What can the abbey want with us? We're- we're not respectable. You don't know, I- My family..." She frowns, expression gone sour. Her family has done things she doesn't want the Abbey knowing about. Hasn't everyone?
He shouldn't relish so, the idea of thwarting the old guard that had so delighted in calling him traitor. The long methodical revenge that he breathed not a word of, but it was there, under everything. How much they never suspected him of anything, yet was something they lived every breath in fear of.
"The abbey - " he presses it directly, like he's explaining something obvious. " - is here for every man." The new High Overseer, not Campbell or Martin's traitorous shallow belief, believed in his cause and his duty. "Not just the rich, and throwing a promising young man to a life of destitution and drink, idle hands if I have ever heard of them, is the last thing they want, when he has a chance to work hard."
He softens, letting hi mouth soften, and he reaches forward to her, leaning in his seat, his considerable height and reach making it easy to brush his fingers against hers. "Fiona, let me help you, as you did me once."
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"What will we do?" What can be done What look like possibilities to Corvo just feel like closed doors to Fiona.
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Like being disregarding of the nobilities opinions about matters that their own arrogance made them think they were superior. "A lawyer, first, I think."
His fingers drum, more than a lawyer. He would find out who would be overseeing this case. Then he would speak to Yul, the abbey would not wish for a hardworking man be thrown out onto the street. They after all, had a message to preach. "Then the Abbey will have opinions, no doubt, that they will wish to air in the sermons, once they heard about such matters."
Public pressure, heaviness on the case, to teach the headmaster a lesson, if nothing else.
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Which makes her gawk even more when he speaks next. "The- the abbey? What can the abbey want with us? We're- we're not respectable. You don't know, I- My family..." She frowns, expression gone sour. Her family has done things she doesn't want the Abbey knowing about. Hasn't everyone?
"Are you sure?"
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"The abbey - " he presses it directly, like he's explaining something obvious. " - is here for every man." The new High Overseer, not Campbell or Martin's traitorous shallow belief, believed in his cause and his duty. "Not just the rich, and throwing a promising young man to a life of destitution and drink, idle hands if I have ever heard of them, is the last thing they want, when he has a chance to work hard."
He softens, letting hi mouth soften, and he reaches forward to her, leaning in his seat, his considerable height and reach making it easy to brush his fingers against hers. "Fiona, let me help you, as you did me once."