Abrial snapped out of her bored daze. She had heard the first part about people basically being okay with the Emperor using magic because it was thought to be his "divine, god-given, special special Emperor power", but after that, it had all just slurred into blah, blah, blah this, blah blah misfortune, uproar, blah and blah. It was like always: if Abrial wasn't interested in what was being said, the words would turn to bland, useless mush. Completely ignoring his question, she launched into another question of her own:
"Hey, I've got another thing to ask. About what you just said, uh...you know, earlier. Do you believe that stuff, too? That it's okay for the Emperor to do magic because he's the Son of Heaven or whatever, but for anyone else who tries, they should be tortured and die?"
White Mask, Blue Sword looked out the window, and didn't answer. His warm eyes gazed off, and he seemed to be lost in thought.
