Well as he knows his own infamy, it’s still flattering to hear.
Though Daud doesn't know every detail bound up in Oscar's reasons, he's been thorough enough in researching the boy to make some strong guesses. And even before that research, he'd sensed a purpose driving the boy's actions. Maybe the boy doesn't know what it is, maybe the purpose is corrupt, largely drawn by hatred, but there is a purpose there, Daud's certain of it. Recognizes it the way he knows his own drive, his singleness of pursuit. So long as there's a purpose, even the most reckless-seeming people can be reasoned with, their purposes brought into the open and dealt with.
"Don't presume too far, boy." Daud folds his arms, expression impassive.
"You may have garnered some attention, but no one's paid to have you killed." Not so far as Daud knows. It's possible that someone's requested it. Possible that someone's contacted Daud about a contract, that the letter's sitting on his desk along with all of his other unopened correspondence. He'll have to take a look, burn anything that might mention the boy's name. There's no good in giving him reason to mistrust the Whalers. (He'll have to deal with those contracts, too. Have to take on one or two to keep his Whalers from asking questions. He can't put it off interminably.)
For several moments he watches the boy, silently scanning him. It's true Oscar appears unassuming, but there's capability in him, and speed. "You have talent. A determination that could do you credit, with training.
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Though Daud doesn't know every detail bound up in Oscar's reasons, he's been thorough enough in researching the boy to make some strong guesses. And even before that research, he'd sensed a purpose driving the boy's actions. Maybe the boy doesn't know what it is, maybe the purpose is corrupt, largely drawn by hatred, but there is a purpose there, Daud's certain of it. Recognizes it the way he knows his own drive, his singleness of pursuit. So long as there's a purpose, even the most reckless-seeming people can be reasoned with, their purposes brought into the open and dealt with.
"Don't presume too far, boy." Daud folds his arms, expression impassive.
"You may have garnered some attention, but no one's paid to have you killed." Not so far as Daud knows. It's possible that someone's requested it. Possible that someone's contacted Daud about a contract, that the letter's sitting on his desk along with all of his other unopened correspondence. He'll have to take a look, burn anything that might mention the boy's name. There's no good in giving him reason to mistrust the Whalers. (He'll have to deal with those contracts, too. Have to take on one or two to keep his Whalers from asking questions. He can't put it off interminably.)
For several moments he watches the boy, silently scanning him. It's true Oscar appears unassuming, but there's capability in him, and speed. "You have talent. A determination that could do you credit, with training.
"We may have a place for you."