[Out of Milliways] A Council of War

[antarianmax]

Max's room is the epitome of organization. The door in the corner that connects to Michael's room is shut but not locked, the closet wears a sign that says 'BEWARE OF SHOE THEFT' and is currently bolted, the bookshelves are in order, nothing is on the floor, but that's not important right now

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[rebelheartalien]

Michael arrives, looking like he hasn't been sleeping well. Maria is at his side, almost clinging to his hand with a near-painful grip, which he never mentions.

[blue_ajah]

There is a single knock at the door, and then Moiraine glides into the room, inclining her head in serene greeting.

[antarianmax]

"You guys are way too quiet," Max says eventually. "It's like some sort of inquisition - You don't look so hot, Guerin. Sit down, everyone."

A pause.

"And act like my equals, you too," he shoots at Michael and Maria, "like you are. Instead of deferring to me to run things because honestly I don't entirely know what I'm doing either ..."

[rebelheartalien]

Michael nods to him as they sit down.

"Join the club, Maxwell, 'cause I'm still figuring out where to start."

[blue_ajah]

Moiraine takes her seat with grace and glances calmly around at the other occupants of the room.

"It may be considered a beginning in itself, if you have truly decided to proceed." A pause. "Is it so, then?"