They left him to the wrath of his father for ruining what little reputation his family had. I don't know what kind of man he was, what he'd do... I don't know. I didn't learn what came of him.

[Dorian is understandably sullen. It's perhaps one of the lowest points in his life, and as much as he likes Prior, there are just some things you don't want people see with their own eyes. Pride and self preservation are ingrained far too deep into his identity not to be paranoid that it'll be used as evidence that he's a weak little thing, incapable of holding his own.

His gaze is distant, not entirely there - his thoughts are one the boy whose shouting echoes down the hall until he's out of earshot.]

I suspect they would have, if they weren't paid so handsomely not to harm me, but... no. They didn't. They just took me home.