[Network/Video] Backdated to late April

[tyrants_son]

[The warlord isn't seated on his throne chair but against a wall, or rather practically wedged in a corner as the adjoining faces can be seen just behind him. While his expression doesn't really betray anything, his body language suggests exhaustion, slumped as he is. When he speaks up, his tone sounds a little hollower than usual.]

...he...has escaped...

[With effort he draws himself up in a brief but failed attempt to sit straighter. That burning gaze of his turns towards some point off-screen before he lowers his head with something of a sigh.]

I was...unable to stop them.

Comments

[wearingthestars]

Oh shoot, sorry.

[Billy almost absently mutters a spell and ports the helmet to them, gingerly setting it on the table.]

[tyrants_son]

[How easy he performs such things! It's fascinating to watch. Felwinter nods his thanks. He's rather fond of that helmet, even with its twitch half-dead Ghost core in the back. Um. Pay no attention to that.]

Thank you.

[wearingthestars]

[Yeah, that's...huh. Billy offers a small smile.]

It's pretty literally the least I could do. You're sure I can't do anything else? Do you need me to get anyone?

[tyrants_son]

For..?

[He has no idea who he would ask to come, not that he thinks it necessary. The warlord shakes his head.]

That is all. Although...I would appreciate being updated on the situation, if anything happens.

[wearingthestars]

Company?...Support?

[Billy shrugs uncertainly. He's got family here, obviously, but he's made friends too, people he might want near him if he were hurt.]

I will, I promise. If I figure anything out.

And if you get any worse or...you know, if you think of a way I can do more, I can be here in a flash.

[tyrants_son]

[He looks almost blankly at Billy. He's not had very much experience with either.

The offers to follow don't receive too much of a different response, but eventually the Exo nods, if hesitantly.]

...all right.

[wearingthestars]

And...try not to be too down on yourself, okay?

We'll find them eventually. Everyone's just going to be glad you're okay.

[He flashes a small smile and steps back.]

I'll check in later to make sure you're all right.

[tyrants_son]

[He stares at Billy as if the boy has two heads.]

If...you say so...

[Another hesitant nod then. The follow-up isn't anything he had any reason to expect. But it's...nice to know.]