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by Matty » August 14th, 2017, 6:20 pm
Murdock Mather
For all that Murdock was a Brown, he did have some ties to the Yellow Ajah based on his research. It was always careful to not toe the line into the world of Rending – a pity, but none of these sops had the ambition for such weaves – but it did mean he had connections, and the fact that he chose to spend time Healing there gave him publicity and showed he wasn’t all that bad.
There was a satisfaction with Healing that Murdock would have been content with, had he not simply been more attuned to taking people apart. With each stitch he mended, with every cut he closed, the Brown was making lives better for people, but his heart wasn’t in it. In the void his mind strayed, and his weaves were perfunctory. He lacked the creative spirit, the knack, that some of the Yellows had, and it grated even now. The consolation was that where he couldn’t repair, he could remove, and there was immense satisfaction to be had there. Even if Giselle would have shaken her head at him for it.
Yes well, you lost the right to an opinion when you left me, the Brown thought, not really looking at the Accepted on the bed that he was Healing. His dark eyes were looking right at her, yes, but only as if she were a pane of glass clouding his view of something further away. Murdock muttered some words, something about how she ought to be more careful with pans or whatever it was she’d done to burn herself, the man was going through the motions even if he hid it well. He shooed the girl away to do Accepted-related things and grabbed at his stick, hauling himself to his feet and mostly returning to the Infirmary long enough to see who was next. There were a few people looking as if they were in need of aid, but nothing serious. The only one who looked like they might be in need of some more immediate service was a portly fellow who was soon whisked away by a Yellow, leaving…
“Elia, a pleasure.” Thank goodness for the ability to lie. Murdock inclined his head, leaning on his stick. “How can I…” he trailed off as he realised upon closer inspection, Elia was in fact asleep. That was no small feat given how uncomfortable the chairs were, and he chuckled to himself a little before limping closer, leaning down to give her shoulder a gentle shake. “Elia. First Seeker. You are asleep in the Infirmary, but not on a bed. Come.” He leaned down to meet her gaze as she opened her eyes, but there was no venom in his facial expressions or his voice. Funny how knowing you were doing good work with the experimenters in Viadulo made you a lot more tolerant of someone, especially someone who had severely weakened herself in his eyes. Things had come to a more reasonable level since he inspected her arm, though he hadn’t done so since, and strangely he felt no urge to do the same to her other arm even though he knew how. After all, for better or worse she was a mother, and as tempting as it was to drown the brats and make her suffer, Murdock knew he could do no such thing. Parenthood changed a man; perhaps it changed a woman as well? He saw what happened to people who lost a parent and on this occasion, he wouldn’t be held responsible for such a thing, which when he considered how many people he had tortured and killed, seemed a rather odd boundary to place upon himself now. It’s easier this way, he told himself. Out loud, he said, “what can I assist you with?”
------ Murdock -------------- Nathaniel --------------- Maever -------