Yes, he was. And he was very good at what he did, as Blaster had no idea who or what he was talking to. He had a few guesses, but most went out the window when the other made the remark on how ‘grumpy’ he had been. His only answer was a snort, and a shake of his helm.
Of course, Prophet then went and asked about the Sire.
Blaster closed his mouth, not wanting to speak, as he was unsure of the noise that would come out. How was he supposed to explain what had happened to the shuttle when he still didn’t know? What was he supposed to say exactly?
"He.. was a shuttle. Bishop. A priest."
'And he's gone.'
There went his good mood, as he turned to stare at the ground. He knew the other didn’t know what he was asking, he couldn’t have known that the shuttle had.. had simply vanished one orn. Couldn’t have know that the innocent question would hurt him more than he would let on. He was getting better, but it was slow going.
"We haven’t talked in a while, we had a bit of a disagreement. But everything has been so hectic, I didn’t notice." it wasn’t a lie. Not completely. He hadn’t noticed lately but when the ‘disagreement’ first happened, he had noticed. More than noticed. And he never got to apologize. Their final words to each other had been bitter ones, and he regretted them so, so, much.