Happy New Year Crunchy! I'm still in time for the prompt thing? If so I'm going to say 33: "He’s dead because of you.", Voltron, Thulaz if you're in for it and if not I'll just wish you a great 2018! <3
Happy New Year! And a Voltron prompt! Bless you. I’m a mutlifandom multiship blog after all. Although why such an angsty prompt? ;_;
Thace wasn’t much good at following Kolivan’s rules, but he’d never felt any particular need to break this one before. He understood the wisdom of the Blade operatives working alone; the Empire watched everything, and should a Blade be discovered, all their contacts would be under suspicion.
But he had to know, just this once. Because Ulaz might be more of a liability than an asset.
He’d done his research like he would with any mark, and he knew when and where Ulaz tended to go on his downtime; one of the smaller bars on the leisure deck, frequented by medical personnel.
Thace stood out a bit here, which wasn’t ideal, but no one seemed to pay him a lot of attention. Ulaz was sitting hunched over at a table, playing with something on a data pad.
He looked up as Thace approached, but didn’t say anything, not even after he took the seat across from him.
“Saleeg,” Thace said. “You remember him?”
Ulaz didn’t look up from his data pad. “A difficult operation. So many of them are.” Not a flicker of anything. Typical surgeon, Thace thought. He didn’t like him.
“He’s dead because of you.” Did he not know Saleeg was a Blade? Thace had to find out in case he wasn’t just cold-blooded but a traitor as well.
“Yes.” Ulaz looked over at him. “The druids were disappointed.” Ulaz let him see it, the weariness, the crushing burden. A doctor murdering a patient and comrade on the operating table because the alternatives were worse.
Thace shook his head. “I see.” He couldn’t say ‘I’m sorry.’ “Buy you a drink?” he asked instead.
The lines on Ulaz’s face softened somewhat, and Thace realised he was probably younger than Thace himself was. “I never turn down a free drink,” he said.
They didn’t say anything else, not until they bid each other farewell, but it was easier to breathe, just for a little while. Maybe he’d go back sometime.