Tyrion Lannister

We left father's office and he walked in the direction of my room, so I followed. We went in and I took of my jacket, throwing it on a chair. "I hate his mindset. So medieval. As if slaves are not really people. You know my feelings on Joy Anna, but that has nothing to do with her position. I just cannot fathom anyone ever taking mother's place. But to speak about her as if she isn't even a person. It's maddening."

"She's just a girl, not much older than our baby sister and he uses her as if she's nothing. He's surprised that she has opinions? She has her Father's blood running through her veins. She'll start being more and more disobedient, she won't be a naive little girl for long. I hope he's prepared to deal with that."

"He's not. And you know exactly what's going to happen when she starts getting more out of line," I said and poured us both a drink.

"Do you think he'd actually harm her?" I asked him, taking the drink as he handed it to me.

"Do you think he wouldn't? If his ability to control her comes into question?"

"You have a good point." I sighed and ran my hand through my hair "About Obedia...I really have no desire to harm the man. What in the hell are we going to do about him?"

"Implore him to give the information our father seeks. I have no desire to harm him either. Father has always gotten what he wanted in one way or another. If pushed too far, there is no telling what he'll do."

"If we don't he'll find someone who will. I know the man says he doesn't care what we do to him but I still don't wish to see it."

"Neither do I. Hopefully he will change his tune and tell us what father wants to know. I for one would like to know who he's trying to protect. He must care about them a lot if he's willing to risk death to keep them safe."

"I agree. We have a list of the known fugitives now, correct? We may have to narrow down who he's trying to protect if he decides not to talk at all."

"Good idea. Once we narrow it down, I'm pretty sure we'll know exactly why he's not talking."

Tyrion

"Who are the most wanted?"
-Micah

I pulled out the list and skimmed down it. I named off everyone we'd been told was involved in attacking district 1. "Asher Jacobs and Quintin Bast are wanted for several murders. Victoria Pierce is wanted for assisting in the escape of several fugitives. About half of them are wanted for something or other."

Tyrion

"Alright. Let's you and I go search his house alone, no need for Father's guards to tag along."
-Micah

"Sounds like a plan," I said and set my glass down before pulling my jacket back on. "You know where it is, I take it?"

Tyrion

"I do. It won't take us long to get there, hopefully it may hold some answers we're looking for."
-Micah

"I hope so too," I said and we left.

Tyrion

I looked up from the papers in front of me when Micah came in. "Here, look at these. Everything you need to know on Blake Kyle. Seems the previous president had a file on just about everyone."

"Thank you." I told him, taking the papers and setting down. "The former President was fond of his work but it seems he gets himself into trouble from time to time."

"More often than from time to time, from what I've seen."

"He doesn't like Father does, he? I'm not sure if he's brave, stupid, or just doesn't give a damn." I said "So Claire is his brother by adoption. Interesting." I said and read over the name "Sophie Waters. That name sounds familiar."

"I'm pretty sure it's the latter, he doesn't give a damn," I said, leaning back in my chair. "Sophie Waters... Sophie... wasn't that our old neighbor when we lived here?"

I thought for a moment "Yes, she's the woman who delivered Lydia if I recall. She was working for the Kyle's at that time but it looks like after her husband died she moved in with them. That was after we had gone though. Should we let Father know or keep digging ourselves?"