inbox.

[heorte]

Comments

[propulsion]

Yeah, well.

[ But he can't just dismiss that. There's a clatter of some lightweight thing dropped, rolling, the squeak of furniture. ]

What does tying it in a bow look like?

[heorte]

I don't know.

[ is an answer he can give to Tony, but would never divulge were Yseult in the room with him. ]

If there is disagreement here, it would be good to know the extent of it.

[propulsion]

Poking around dusty tomes that can't tell you is one thing. Active spywork's something else. Puts a target on your back.

[heorte]

Are the consequences of being found out any different than before?

[propulsion]

No, but the likelihood is. When people are keeping their trap shut, what happens to people who become people who hear stuff?

[heorte]

The same as what would happen otherwise.

[ A pause. Then, quieter, conciliatory— ]

I'm not asking questions. I'm going to listen, while I see if there's any last thing that might be useful here. It's no greater risk than I'm already undertaking.

[propulsion]

[ Thunk, something set down, heavy. ]

Fine. And talk to Yseult before you go dark, figure out a timeframe. Don't take notes, we can do that.

[heorte]

Thank you.

[ And here is the point at which he might cut the line. Here, quietly, he adds— ]

I'll be back in time for the next disaster.