"Yes. Yes of course." He needs to calm down. He needs to trust Varys. If there’s anyone he can trust with this work, it’s Varys. He knows far more than Lester ever will, about everything. Varys is the calm one, Varys is the smart one. He’s the one that Lester needs to trust. He can hardly trust himself to get anything done.
Lester knows so much about politics in theory, and even a good amount of it in practice, but he was never prepared for any of this. He was never anything close to prepared for dealing with terrorists, with spys and complete governmental control, and everyone turning completely against you even when you’ve done nothing wrong. His life has turned into an adventure novel and he’s some stupid minor character who’s going to get himself killed for snooping around too much.
"I can do that." Lester thinks he has perfected the art of acting normal in front of others. With the exception of a few (terrible, emotional, humiliating) exceptions, he thinks he is fairly well at keeping his emotional state in check in front of most people. Despite how his defenses have been eroding away, he still thinks he has a handle on himself enough not to completely disregard his sense and let everyone know what he and Varys are doing.
His eyes widen. ”Of course you won’t tell him. I know you wouldn’t. I never meant to imply anything to the contrary.” He’s not going to accuse Varys of anything, and certainly not of working against him. Not again, at least. He’s done with that.
"So." Lester closes his eyes, before they flick open again. "We say…nothing. We do…nothing." It’s the only logical thing for them to do. Nothing. Nothing until they have to act. "You do what you do and I do what I do." Lester presses the heal of his hands to his eyes. "Varys, where am I going to stay?’
Varys is aware that this isn’t an easy job, but he can’t let Lester be stressed up. When people felt under pressure that was most often when they made mistakes. It took a very high threshold to resist getting rattled, which Lester would need to learn. Evidently from his incident with Beric and the way he’d snapped at Varys, he had awhile to go. No matter; Varys would be there by his side to help him.
He smiles at Lester’s renewed faith in him, and he says that he would never falter again in it. It was nice to have someone who would not doubt him. And out of the people he knew, Lester did in fact have the most reason to trust him, since he was now aware of everything that he was hiding from him.
Accordingly, he nods to Lester’s words, though they do not sound very productive. They are not yet in a position to go forward with any action, not without jeopardizing their operation and putting at risk innocent people. It might sound strange to Lester to this, but Varys knows that biding one’s time was usually a crucial part of any operation. It was a misconception to think that everything happened in one fell swoop. Then, he answers the question that has more immediate implications, “You can stay at one of my safehouses in the city.”
He let the corner of his lip pull downward, ” At least share information with us about this, in exchange of us sharing what we have on this with them- If they really want to get these people,” He shakes his head and rubs his palm against his jaw, feeling the prickle of his stubble, ” Unless they don’t want to. Unless they want war,” He glanced up at Varys, wondering what he thought of the situation between the two- well, nations.
He wondered if in a month, he will find himself placing bugs inside the apartment next door. Would Baratheon go that far though, to stop the Scots from endangering England? It was bad enough they had terrorists and murderers and kids with molotov cocktails running amok.
He listened to his friend, frowning, ” I’m keeping myself open to anything, so far, theres… nothing to link the Olympic stadium and the Old Bailey to these murders,” He paused a moment, mulling on it. He had to be careful not to allow this influence his decision and what he sees. People see what they wanted to see, and he was not supposed to expect to see anything to see everything. But evidence is nothing without interpretation.
But its been two months since the bombings, then dead silence. It was likely that now, these people have decided to work quietly now. Or it could be two different sets of people, with this one wanting everyone to know who they are. Those coins. Those coins suggested a foundation and an ideal that they worked around. The killings were quick and precise. While the bombings were nothing but mass murder, but also a loud speaker, to get a message out. But what message did blowing a stadium on the night before its opening send? If these terrorists wanted to kill as many as they could they should have waited another day. Why didn’t they?
Bah. It was the same question he asked himself over and over again. What did the bombings mean? What was the message they wanted to announce to the world? Revolution, some said. Mindless murder, others told him. If it was revolution, what kind of revolution- a revolution against Baratheon? And what has that got to do with the reminder of death, inscribed on the coins? And the murders themselves… what has killing these people got to do with revolution? If the terrorists were revolutionists, then it was unlikely that they are related to these murders. However, if they were just mindless killers, they fit the bill.
" I came here for a new opinion and i’m rejecting it- I’m sorry ," Arthur mumbled. Fucking tunnel vision. Then, he glanced back up at his chief, ” Why do you think it was them?”
"It’s what I would like, at the very least." Varys wanted cooperation among the governments, especially with situations like this. But to some, a few murders seemed insignificant when one considered the entire political chessboard. He merely shook his head, "It is difficult to say. I am sure that some do." It would be a terrible decision for such a thing to happen, and he is not sure that Stannis would be able to handle it well, considering what he’s already seen.
Varys nodded along to the logical statement, and there was not necessarily any hard proof to link the two crimes together. It was still difficult to even say who was behind the bombings. But it didn’t mean that he could not have his suspicions. Plus, he was working with more information than anyone else investigating these crimes was. That was not to say he was certain in his deduction, but he did not believe that Beric would let up in his vision. Or, as he suspected from that first night they talked, that there was another terrorist group as well lurking about.
Arthur went on to ask him his opinion, and he wondered exactly how to word it, because he was not so sure of his thoughts himself. “The coins certainly seem to suggest that there is some sort of foundation of an ideal. It’s peculiar enough that one might think it was a serial killer, but the chosen victims are rather high profile people that suggests the killings are political in nature. These bodies were meant to be found and were not hidden away, and the terrorists from their previous actions have shown themselves to be bold and out in the open,” he explained, and hoped that it all made sense to the other man.
"I do not mean to give this conclusion merely because it would make these cases a priority, but because I do not want any possibility to find the terrorists overlooked." Varys was in a tricky situation where it concerned Beric, and he needed more people to be digging deep into the matter. He trusted Arthur and found him to be very bright. Perhaps he was the one whom he should after the terrorists personally.
Rhaegar remains quiet for a while, twisting the tea cup, one finger rubbing against the daint, white handle. What is he supposed to say then? How exactly should he react? He lifts his gaze, looking carefully now at the other man.
He takes the teacup against his mouth and takes a small sip before settling it back down on the table. “Inherited the Prime Minister?” he smiles. “Of course, right.” Rhaegar takes whatever Varys tells him with a grain of salt. He can never be too careful. He hardly knows the man, but knows enough still that he can’t trust him and certainly anything he says.
… that I could perhaps look to you.
It rings too closely to flattery that he’s chosen over Stannis Baratheon; it’s flowered, honeyed words and phrases to praise him for — for what, he wonders. Still, Rhaegar knows that Stannis Baratheon is the greatest obstacle sitting between him and Downing Street. He can’t be too quick to forget, however, of the other two.
"Have you looked to Greyjoy yet? Mance Ryder, perhaps?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. He stops, and takes a brief look at his watch. "Look to me as the most fitting candidate for premiership… You sounds so certain, and yet you don’t know even know of my politics." You don’t even know me.
Rhaegar looks down at his watch before clearing his throat. “Stannis Baratheon will remain in Downing Street so long as martial law remains. Fact.” He lowers his voice. “If you think you can help me win, I’m sorry. There is no campaign as of right now, unfortunately.” He pushes himself off the chair and stands up. “Until next time —” He offers his hand towards Varys, before turning around to leave.
It’s always an uphill battle. Varys’ reputation always precedes him, and in most cases it’s not a good thing, at least when he isn’t trying to threaten or spook someone. It was always hard making friends. But he knows that he has to take things slowly and that considering he’s been thinking on his feet here it could have gone much worse.
He says nothing on the matter of inheritance, though it was true. Varys hadn’t campaigned behind Stannis. When Robert had died and the power had shifted, he’d merely continued on doing his job. What did Rhaegar expect there? It was hardly sensible to quit.
He cocks his head when the other candidates are spoken and he supposes he should have expected that. Not offended, he replies, “I do know your politics. It’s why I’m here talking to you and not them.” He’s followed the Targaryens all these years, especially Rhaegar.
Varys is aware of the obstacles, but that does not deter him. He’s always believed that with enough effort and strategy any problem can be solved. He has to think that way, especially in these dark times. He gets up and nods his head slightly, “Don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.” That’s all he can do right now: offer his help and hope that it is taken.
He smiled at his reply, ” Me neither. I swear i had only just put my head down on my pillow when i got the call,” He stepped across the room and seated himself in the chair opposite Varys, ” No, not yet,” He sighed and leant into the chair, ” The tests are still being run and victims are still being examined. Will take us at least a few more hours until we have any solid evidence to help us,”
Arthur paused to study the man infront of him. He often forgot just how long he had been working with Varys. What was it? 15 years? And a good majority of those years, Varys had been sitting in that chair as his chief. He remembered being suspicious and wary of the man at first, for it seemed that his face always wore a slight smile and his eyes always seemed to be hiding something- But then again, he was new to MI5 and the work that they did, and he had naturally assumed that other spies were untrustworthy and deceitful.
But then he learnt that no one can survive in this world without trust, and without giving trust, and he found that even if he trusted no one else, he should trust his team, and the people he worked with. So Arthur allowed himself to trust Varys, and it seemed that as soon as he did, Varys began to trust him, and because of that trust, hundreds of lives were saved.
However, he would not look at Varys as a friend like Rhae and Jon are- their business did not allow for that degree of vulnerability, but he and Varys were friends all the same, and he no doubt will visit the man for a drink if he ever retires.
Fifteen years- They had done and been through so much together, and he wondered if Varys felt as worn out at night as he did. From the lines on the man’s face, he supposed so.
" I would much rather have Hornwood- The victim in Glasgow, with us as well," He began, " If his killer is still running free in Scotland, then it could spell trouble for the entire country. He could kill another and blame it on England, if the Scots hadn’t done already. Do you think we can still work together with them on this?,"
" Also, the coin was found in the pub Wylde went to last night," Arthur ran his fingers through his hair, " No sign of his body yet though," His body- When did he start being so pessimistic?
Only truly overworked men could smile about getting no sleep. Their profession wasn’t very conducive in that sort of way. In between the long hours and the hard decisions, men like them didn’t get much sleep. Varys nodded when Arthur said that there were no solid leads yet. Everyone was reliant on technology these days, but it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Long ago you had to do all the hard work yourself instead of letting a computer do it for you. They would just have to wait and see what materialized, but he had full confidence in Arthur.
They had been working together for over a decade, and Arthur was among the people that he could consider trustworthy and who prioritized the nation over everything else. There were many people who would try and find a way to make a profit for themselves along the way, which could often jeopardize the mission. At a certain point, most become disillusioned with the idea of sacrificing themselves for their country and would prefer to retire with a cozy life ahead of them. Varys doubted he would ever do such a thing, though he did have the means. He would work until somebody put a bullet in him.
He mused on Arthur’s suggestion, and thought that maybe it would be good, but he merely sighed upon the reality of it. “I don’t know. Everything is so political right now that I’m not sure what the chances are of working together on anything but hopefully they will help." Even if it was catching a killer. Everyone had their own agenda these days, which most often did not include the common good.
He pursed his lips at the thought that the coin was found there. More and more, Varys wondered if covering was Beric the right idea, because he didn’t seem to be getting the leads he hoped to get. “Who do you think might be behind this?” Arthur, of course, could speak freely with him - Varys liked hearing what other people thought, even if the idea seemed improbable. “Do you think it could be linked to the terrorists?” Varys believed it, perhaps. Or maybe he just thought any dead body that showed up because of them. Because he hadn’t caught them all yet.
Varys says he doesn’t know who to trust. Lester honestly doesn’t know if they can trust anyone. It’s a strange feeling, thinking everyone around him might be an enemy. He wonders if this is how Varys feels, all the time. It must be such a sad way to go through life. But he can trust Varys. If no one else, he can trust Varys.
And Varys trusts him, doesn’t he? He has to. Lester’s trying to help just as much as Varys is. And Varys has to know that. Does he think he’s competent enough to do anything? He isn’t, he knows, but he has to at least try. ”We can trust each other. I trust you, at least.”
A sick, sinking feeling pools at the bottom of his stomach. How did he not think of this before. He’s put everything in so much danger. He just needed to talk to Varys so much that he didn’t even think of the danger. He can remember what Beric said. And innocent lives will pay for it…speak to anyone about us…and this city will burn. What is wrong with him. How could he endanger everything like that. Everyone.
"You can’t—you can’t tell Dondarrion. You can’t—tell him that I talked to you. He said—he said I couldn’t tell anyone, or he would—he’d take down a building. I don’t—what are we even supposed to do? We can’t do anything. How can—what are—”
He’s breathing heavily now. He thought it would be fine, because Varys already knew, like Melisandre already knew. That wasn’t even true, though, he didn’t even think. He didn’t think at all. Lester reaches out and clutches Varys’s arm. ”I—shouldn’t have—”
He closes his eyes. ”I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I’ve messed up.”
As far people to trust, Varys was never anyone’s first choice. He understood why; his profession left a lot of people with a certain impression of him. Sometimes, it was justified, but most times he felt it wasn’t. To those he had truly given his word, he valued that commitment. But he knew himself enough to know that if it came down to saving the nation or them, he knew what he’d pick. And yet it didn’t seem like all that noble an endeavor. There were certain things people expected from friends.
"I trust you too," he smiles, and he did mean it. They had known each other for some years now, although it did pale in comparison to how long he had known Jaime. And yet if there was someone who he thought could never hide something from him, it would be Lester. This was a fact rather than speculation; he had uncovered one of Jaime’s secrets. But he doesn’t begrudge his friend that.
Then, all of a sudden, Lester seemed like he was hit with the uttermost sense of dread. It becomes clear momentarily, after Lester stumbles out with an explanation. He’s not in the least bit surprised that Beric threatened him in such a way. To him, the threat seems meaningless as Beric and his hang would blow up a building away, but to Lester’s consciousness it’s a difference story. The hand that clutches his arm confirms that.
Slowly, he places his hand on the man’s shoulder to soothe him. “Everything is fine, don’t worry about it. You just need to keep a level head about all of this, especially in front of other people. If you ever feel like you’re losing control of yourself, just pretend to be me. You know, super spy extraordinaire?” He grins, trying to calm his friend down a little.
"And I won’t tell Beric what you said to me. If he ever does imply anything of the sort, then he’s trying to trip you up." He feels like he’s giving Lester basic lessons on how to be a spy. He’d never considered having a protégé. Perhaps it would have felt strange, knowing whom he had apprenticed under. And yet, would he have been here without Aerys?