"Not completely random, no, but still quite random in comparison to various people that have been on the political playing field for decades. Yes, they are that delicate. I understand that you are not trying to start a civil war, I am not accusing you of doing so, but I am being frank with you because I don't have the energy to be more gentle."
"So much for that idea, then. Zevros also opined that it might help if I tell you that I do not hate you."
He sighs. Then he interrupts his twin's inevitable pleading with, "- You mentioned, earlier, how 'Everybody wins' if I would have never forced myself into marriage."
"- No, nope. False. All problems for you would have been handled. All of the personal problems that you are having in your immediate family right now. Those would have been handled. But do you know what it would have done for the people that were not us?"
Iobel glances between king and prince, unsure that she's getting all of the content of this exchange.
"Do you realize," says Edarial softly, "just how quickly this country would devolve into civil war? Do you comprehend that? There are multiple people who have a claim to the throne, several of them would try to use it."
"Kinda not caring, if a country needs one of two people to get married it's kind of a stupid country. Like, just bend the rules a little and let someone make some decisions, not that hard."
"... You get that a country is not just a nebulous entity, right? That there are people in it that did nothing to choose to live in it but be born in it and who have nothing to do with any of the reasons as to why a country is going to combust?"
"And? And those would be the people that would be most hurt by a civil war. Those would be the people that would really suffer. It would be their homes that are getting pillaged for supplies for armies, their fields that are getting emptied, their children that are conscripted to join one side or another - I could go on. There's a lot of material about how wars are bad. I'll spare you."
"Do you just - not care if people die, or are unmade, or hurt, or tortured, or traumatized? Do you not feel at least some - shred of responsibility for - knowing that you can at least try to stop it?!"
This answer seems to calm him down, a little. "Thank you," he says to Iobel.
"So having established that you don't think Marlatia is stable enough to survive the departure of the only available royal blood even with a queen consort trying to hold things together, what is the plan?"
He sighs. "Right now? Try to fix myself to the point where I am properly - functional to make lifelong decisions again. Work on things that involve fixing the country in the meantime, because I do better when I have set goals to strive for."
"Then I suppose I'll guess, and if you later come to know, perhaps you will tell me."
There he goes. Back to looking - empty and miserable and sad. Great.