The Hawaii Summit

[Corile]

It seemed like the meeting was concluded. After everyone had vacated the room, the Custodi pair reconvened in the hangars.

"I'm not a diplomat, but this seemed like a waste of time," Kosti spoke in her usual manner of an eternal malcontent. "A meeting that could've been a comm. Why were we even here?"

"I don't know, really. I suspect Dia thought there would be a grand treaty negotiated, not some glorified bounty contract. Maybe if she had been here instead of all these Dorians—"

Kosti scoffed. "Yeah, and if we negotiated with Golden Chrysanthemums."

"Ah, sense of humour, you've practised I see," Telly chuckled. "Bravo, if you keep that up, who knows, maybe in five or ten years you will no longer be stiff as a log. What I meant to say is that too many cooks spoil the broth, and committee meetings rarely reach good conclusions. I know that Dorias are, for the most part, daft hardliners, but I guess these Deterrence are made of the same stock."

"I guess you're right," Kosti replied. "It's better that we're here and they didn't talk about Nicosia or Cyprus than if we hadn't been here and they did. I guess that's the only thing that Dia cares about, seems to me."

"Perhaps she'll work something out," Telly nodded. "I guess we're done here, then."

The woman shrugged. "Sure. I guess you aren't dead, so, my mission is accomplished. Let's get out of here."

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