[video]

[glassinine]

[The thing about employing text is that when you start using it when all your broadcasts are in video, people tend to question why you've suddenly switched. So he makes the decision to instead compose himself as best as he can and use video instead.

Unfortunately, he always sort of overestimates his ability to compose himself. He certainly doesn't seem distraught, or panicked, or anything of the sort, but he's definitely shaky. This is definitely a far cry from his normal, slow, quiet, lengthy broadcasts.]

I'm leaving on a business trip abroad for...some length of time. I'm - not certain how long. Please don't try to contact me; I'll be far too busy to answer any messages.

Good day.

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[everylittlething]

Come on. Are you okay?

Should I call Daddy for you? If you'd rather talk to him about it I understand.

[glassinine]

[Urgently:]

No. Wright - He shouldn't be concerning himself with this. He has too much on his plate.

[everylittlething]

Aha! So there is a "this!"

[glassinine]

...No.

[everylittlething]

Objection!

[Oops... didn't mean to yell. It runs in the family, apparently.]

You're not in danger, are you?

[glassinine]

[...She has decent volume, at least.]

No. I'm not.

[everylittlething]

[Stage voice, you know.]

Blackmail? Coercion? A spiritual journey?

[Gasp-]

Are you going off to start your career as a super-vigilante?

[glassinine]

What? No. None of those things.

[everylittlething]

I'm very good at designing capes, if you're going to need one.

Remember, aim for the groin or the throat!

[It is hard to guess which of her fathers taught her that.]

[glassinine]

I'm not going to be a vigilante! Vigilantism is - bad, Trucy.

[everylittlething]

That's exactly what a prosecutor-turned-vigilante would say...

[She's being silly, at the moment, but she'd rather be silly than serious about what sounds like his disappearing.]

Are you going to tell me what's wrong?

[glassinine]

...There's nothing wrong.

[everylittlething]

[Oh you big fat liar. Have the biggest, saddest look ever.]

...It must be serious if you won't tell me.

[glassinine]

I -

[Good God.]

It's - I said there's nothing.

[everylittlething]

I can see you're not telling the truth, Uncle Miles.

It's okay. It's probably not something a kid would understand, or something like that, right?

[glassinine]

That's - No. That's not...it.

[everylittlething]

Then what's the matter?

You really can't expect me not to worry about you. Especially if you're worried about Daddy hearing about it, too.

[glassinine]

It's nothing. I said business.

[everylittlething]

Then where are you going? And for how long?

[glassinine]

Canada. And I don't...know for how long.

[everylittlething]

You don't know when you're coming back?

[glassinine]

No.

[everylittlething]

So you're going on a business trip to Canada that you can't talk about and you don't know how long you'll be gone.

[glassinine]

...Yes.

[everylittlething]

[SIGH.]

So what's the reason you can't tell me the truth?