There's some crying and scattered ineffective violence; no one else coordinates a whole murder riot.

Okay. 

And now they're all on Endorë, in a new handling center built for this, and he's clinging to Peka and observing the processing.

"They're all here now - we could put us up on the screens -"

"Yeah." He finds a celebrity gossip channel, changes all the screens to that. The celebrity gossip channel is speculating about whether Tapa got special treatment because Macalaurë is seeing Peka but that's in Quenya, they won't be able to understand it anyway, and there are so many pictures.

...the reds pay attention to that.

The bureaucrats seem vaguely tired of it. "You know her?" 

"Never seen her in my life," says the fellow he's processing, staring.

"Her name is Peka. The news's been nothing else - I'm sure the Prince is encouraging it - are you a legal adult for your species -"

"Yeah, I - she was the one with the video - I didn't watch it but somebody would've dragged me if she'd been kissing a prince in it."

"I think we're pretending to the Amenta governments that we're observing those stupid contamination procedures of theirs? So the pictures wouldn't be circulating there."

"But she's - they're - that's the important part, you lunatics, clean castes'll fuck a red now and then but they don't put it on television -"

"I think the worry is that if the governments hear about it they'll refuse to eat our food or live in our space stations and so on. Are you married?"

"Divorced -" He's still staring.

"Children?"

"No -"

"Do you need a couple minutes or something?"

"I'm fine but this is important it matters stop being - vaguely annoyed at it -"

" -oh, it's not that anyone disapproves of his choice of lovers, not at all, or thinks ill of her, it's just that all these interstellar norms are a bit new and we think he ought to marry her if he's going to prance around showing her off -"

"Prancing around showing her off is the important thing."

" - did you not believe us when we said there's no caste system here -"

"Not like that!"

"Okay." She looks up at the screen, shakes her head, smiles vaguely. "Are there people you'd like to live with -"

"- nah."

"45-N, on your left, Soron'll take you there."

And the next family in line comes up.