do u ever leave a social situation and think "wow that was not my best work"?

Seer's reaction was stiff, but Dread doesn't know how to react to that either. Being a diplomat required him to be sociable, and while he'd been polite... shit it was hard to be social. Maybe he shouldn't have brought mom up, but he didn't know what to do. While he had unique insight on how the other girl felt, he didn't know how to fix it. He didn't know what to do to make shit better. It was why he'd turned away from being a healer. He wanted to fix everyone, all of the time. When he couldn't, things got... hard. This was one of those times.

The Warlord changed the subject rather quickly. Dread wasn't going to push, but he also recognized that he maybe... wasn't the right one to talk to about stuff like this. Maybe Mortis would be better equipped for it emotionally, spending as much time as he did with Halo and all. "Yes sir. It's still what I'd like to do." His words turned to dust in his mouth, and could only hope for the impending end of the meeting. There needed to be a better way to deal with feeling like this... there had to be. Dread doesn't know how to put it into words, he doesn't know the right questions to ask. "Dad... do you think that we're in danger? With the killer still out there and all... Bellamy said that her husband wouldn't hurt anyone." Right, turning away the thoughts about his mother was for the best. He swallowed hard, thinking about the grim prospect on the horizon. Dread regretted not asking more questions of Bellamy, but it seemed insensitive at the time.

"Dread Fatalis"