I'm out. I'm not marching down the mall waving banners and chanting Simwe Out if that's what you mean by the thick of it - they don't seem to be fans of empire here anymore, by the way. Another reason to change your answering message.
[A pause and then, with less showy drama in his tone (thus, probably, the truth)]
There's rioting between Shades and the refugee units. It's spilled out of the commercial district into residential and they're not looking too kindly on foreigners of all persuasions. So, stay inside.
Well, this is certainly nostalgic. I can't remember the last time mother demanded to know why I'd been out all night. Perhaps because it was usually me asking the question.
[You're not his emperor. Still, after a moment.]
I've been staying a few other places. With friends. Giving you and Byerly some space to be all vorry together.
[There's no reply for some time. The seconds drag out to a minute, maybe two. Sound in the background gets more muffled.
Finally, Prior speaks with the tone of someone advising that ripping off a bandaid is for the best.]
I had my feelings hurt - my own fault but it made me feel... pathetic. And small. And that's not how I like to feel around my friends, so I've taken some time to get over it.
[ Ah. That's - admittedly not quite what he expected. He's sort of here to defend Byerly, but. Well. Maybe Byerly isn't the one who deserves defending here. ]
Miles, I'm sorry, but it isn't your business, and we don't know each other well enough yet for gossip. [And it's nothing Byerly said.] And baby, if you go running to him with this I will string you up by your pretty imperial collar. Maybe I need to spread my wings a little wider, that's all.
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[A pause and then, with less showy drama in his tone (thus, probably, the truth)]
There's rioting between Shades and the refugee units. It's spilled out of the commercial district into residential and they're not looking too kindly on foreigners of all persuasions. So, stay inside.
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When you and Byerly are both out and about? I think not. Why not come back yourself?
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They're rioting between Shades and the refugee units.
[And Prior hasn't been home for two days, but tonight that's the reason. Every goddamn corner he takes is somehow blocked.]
You can't get into or out of town without running into various shouty, burny kinds of trouble.
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And they've rioted for two days and nights? I didn't think it was quite that bad.
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Well if I'd known you were missing me -
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[And that's quieter than is usual, when he's playing.] I should go. Let me know when he's back, please?
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[You're not his emperor. Still, after a moment.]
I've been staying a few other places. With friends. Giving you and Byerly some space to be all vorry together.
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I can't possibly be the reason for you being out.
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From Byerly?
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So it is Byerly. Have you had a fight?
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[Ish.]
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Finally, Prior speaks with the tone of someone advising that ripping off a bandaid is for the best.]
I had my feelings hurt - my own fault but it made me feel... pathetic. And small. And that's not how I like to feel around my friends, so I've taken some time to get over it.
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What did he say?
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