June 24, 2013 by Lyn
Luke: Regine v. Kairos
Ten years ago (December, Year 0 of the Addergoole School)
“What you’re doing is unconscionable.”
Luke had to admire the way Kairos was standing up to Regine, even as he really wished she wouldn’t. The woman was not only handsome, she was strong. In another situation…
But that was not now. Right now, he was between his oaths and his conscience, between the future and his morals, between two immensely strong women, neither of whom were remotely happy. And he was, physically, between two very strong fae.
“Kairos.” He didn’t turn his back on Regine – that would be unwise, right now – but he turned more of his attention towards the dark of the pair. “You know the reasons why we started this school.”
“Why not call it what it is, Hunting Hawk? Why not call it a breeding project?”
Luke wished Mike was here, but Mike was dealing with Kairos’ wayward Students. “Because it’s not just a breeding project. It’s also a school.” He was keeping his wings tight to his back to avoid spooking either woman, so he had to gesture with an arm instead. “If this was just a breeding project, we wouldn’t have bothered with the teachers. With you, Kairos.”
“Moral sugar coating. Luca, it’s a rape factory.”
“Tell me who has been raped and I will do everything I can to make it better.” It took an act of willpower to keep his wings tight to his back. Fortunately, Luke had a lot of willpower. “Tell me who has been hurt and how our rules allowed it, and we’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
“Nobody’s been raped that I know of.” Kairos’ voice was a little less certain, but she still looked far too angry.
“Then what, exactly, is your objection?” Regine stepped forward, one hand on Luke’s arm as if to calm him – as if he was the one who needed calming. “If nobody is being raped, how can you call it a ‘rape factory?’“
“This so-called Keeping, Regine, the graduation requirements-”
“You cannot pretend to have been ignorant of the requirements when you joined the project, Kairos.” The Director’s voice was thick with ice.
“Of course not. But I did not anticipate you would be bringing children in as young as you’re speaking of. Fourteen, fifteen…!”
“Nobody was saying fourteen.” Luke stepped in, fighting with his wings to keep them tight. “But we want these children to Change, Kairos, the way Melantha and Langhorne have. If we wait until they’re eighteen, twenty, the chances go down, and down.” He’d Changed at seventeen, centuries ago, and that had been considered so late as to be ridiculous, then.
“Hrrmph. Educating them at fifteen is one thing. Impregnating them…” Kairos shook her head. “It might have been fine for us, when we were young, but this isn’t that world anymore. They’re not expecting to get married at fifteen and have three children by eighteen anymore. They’re not planning on losing half their kids to childhood disease, either, or famine.” She turned her glare on Luke. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the world has moved on.”
Luke growled. “It’s not the world ‘moving on’ that’s the problem, Kairos. It’s where the world might end up moving that’s the issue.”
She flapped her hand in his face. “Don’t snarl at me, Hunting-Hawk. We’re on the same side.”
“You’re not talking as if we’re on the same side anymore, Song-Weaver.”
“You’re not acting like we are, either. I’m bringing fair complaints to you and you’re acting as if you’re under attack.”
“I would not call these histrionics and hysterics to be sensible attacks.” Regine was helping, oh, joy. Her voice was frigid, and the most reasonably unreasonable Luke had ever heard her; she sounded entirely calm (of course), unless you listened to her words and not just her tone. “You claim rape when no rape has happened. You claim abuse when there has been none – simply because you can see the possibility.”
Kairos began to speak up, but Regine had a head of steam and wasn’t stopping. “You understood full well the reasons for this school and for its requirements when you joined this project. You understood that we would be both breeding and educating the future. You had seen the same visions that I have, that Pelletier has, that Feu Drake has. You know the future we face.”
“You who were born to the same Laws we were, you who were born to the same world we were – the world in which the so-called ‘half-breeds’ are overlooked and undervalued-”
“How dare you rub my face in that, Grigori pure-blood!” And now Kairos was angry, too. Luke took a step backwards. There would be no stopping them, and it might be better if he just let them blow off that steam.
“I dare because I understand it better than most. I dare for the same reason Luca and Michael dare. Because we wish to understand it. Because we wish to understand what causes half-breeds.”
“I am not your science experiment!”
“You took my money and swore the oaths I asked. Seventeen years ago, you were more than willing to be my ‘science experiment.’“
“You lied to me.”
Her argument was weakening, but that one, that particular thrust, would gain her a Pyrrhic victory if Luke let it strike home. He stepped forward again.
“No. No, Kairos. We told you many things, and we told you many things you wanted to hear. But we never obfuscated what we were, or what our project was. We never, ever lied to you.”
She visibly deflated. “I don’t think I can live with the agreements I made anymore.”
“Cannot?” Regine was angry, angrier than she ever got, but she was merely angry, not homicidal. Luke had deflected the strike enough. “I suggest, Song-Weaver, that you find a way.”
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