[Prior's a squirming cat in Dorian's grasp, as if there's some way he could intervene, given the freedom to. As if, even if he could, a bare scrap of a man with no magic he has any control over could do anything to stop this. There's no interceding. As Dorian pulls him away they almost collide with one of the men dragging the other boy away, and there isn't the slightest recognition that they're there.
Finally Prior settles, pressing back against Dorian as figures move past them and the last of the memory unfolds. It's the vulnerability, not Dorian's nakedness or the position he was caught in, that make it such a strangely intimate thing to see. Prior suddenly finds himself feeling intrusive rather than just being caught in the violence and fear - finally he can look away. He turns back to Dorian, the one who must have survived this just by virtue of being here.]
Do they hurt you? [It's one thing he's not sure he can watch.] ...Or him?
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Finally Prior settles, pressing back against Dorian as figures move past them and the last of the memory unfolds. It's the vulnerability, not Dorian's nakedness or the position he was caught in, that make it such a strangely intimate thing to see. Prior suddenly finds himself feeling intrusive rather than just being caught in the violence and fear - finally he can look away. He turns back to Dorian, the one who must have survived this just by virtue of being here.]
Do they hurt you? [It's one thing he's not sure he can watch.] ...Or him?