[Ah, damn it. Prior glances to the ceiling in the silence that follows that scene. There's something about these memories that doesn't sit right with him: other than the first, the sweet, simple music a few rooms above and a few years before, they're dropping them in just when watching a repeat play of something painful becomes unavoidable. They could have run for the door and not missed this.
As usual, this city and it's happenstances seem remarkably lacking in coincidence. Though the point of this is hard to grasp, playing after-school specials of lives they've lived before.
Byerly's an underdeveloped version of himself here, and it's strange seeing him making such a hapless case. No guile, no confident trickery to get around this impenetrable block of a man, just anger and honest attempts at bargaining against unfair treatment, which roll back off their father like oil beading on water.
Prior feels, perhaps, something like Byerly did, watching Louis bypass the correct human response. No one would think these children were liars. Prior twists Byerly's hand closer in his grip, turning his head away from the table to look back at him.]
How soon is this, before you left? [Because it must be this, surely, that's the finger on the trigger.]
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As usual, this city and it's happenstances seem remarkably lacking in coincidence. Though the point of this is hard to grasp, playing after-school specials of lives they've lived before.
Byerly's an underdeveloped version of himself here, and it's strange seeing him making such a hapless case. No guile, no confident trickery to get around this impenetrable block of a man, just anger and honest attempts at bargaining against unfair treatment, which roll back off their father like oil beading on water.
Prior feels, perhaps, something like Byerly did, watching Louis bypass the correct human response. No one would think these children were liars. Prior twists Byerly's hand closer in his grip, turning his head away from the table to look back at him.]
How soon is this, before you left? [Because it must be this, surely, that's the finger on the trigger.]