“Answer the question.”
“I already answered enough.”
“That so? Fine.” The woman stood from her seat, towering over Khaihraz with her chin raised. “We can release you. Oh, and we’ll be sure to apologize to your Master for holding you here. I’m sure he’ll have questions. You’ll answer him, won’t you?” As if to exemplify the seriousness in her statement, she opened the door to the interrogation room, waving a hand towards it. “Out.”
Khaihraz scowled, remaining where he was seated. “He’ll kill me. You’ll lose your only witness to what he has done. Julianni will be in even more of a dangerous position, and all of this will come to a head.” He leaned forward, voice laced with venom. “And it will all be your fault for letting me out of this so called ‘protective custody’.”
The door quietly shut and the Calmatar woman walked back over to the man, peering down at him. “Let me explain something to you, Khaihraz. I am doing my duty. Nothing more, nothing less. I really, really, don’t care if you die. I know exactly what kind of person you are. I’ve seen them plenty of times. You’re a rat. You burrow yourself into places that are most beneficial to your survival, then move on when it’s clear you can’t survive anymore where you’re at.”
From his seated position, he turned to face her fully, looking up. “You have no idea wh-”
“You’re a coward,” she interrupted. “A pitiful excuse for a human being. Feeding off of the corpses of other people’s misfortunes to fatten your Master up, then crying and wondering why it is he decides to feed you poison. You’re expendable. He never gave a flying fuck what happened to you, and neither do we.” Continuing to look down at him, she shrugged her shoulders. “You have two choices. Answer my questions and find a chance for survival. Or, you can walk out that door to your death. I think you know as well as I do that you can’t hide from your Master forever. And judging by his actions against Director Avala, I expect you to suffer when he finds you. You can’t kill him. He has many lives available to him. You have one. Think about that.”
His eye twitched as the words washed over him. He knew she was right. Dominius was a capsuleer, and there were many resources available to him. Even if Khaihraz was lost to him, the Holder would surely find another. Not only that, but without the protection I-RED was offering to him, he would be branded an escaped slave, and hunted down for the rest of his life. Sure, there were places he could hide. But for how long? His options were extremely limited.
Not only did these facts concern him, but there was a small part of him, hidden away, that felt remorse for his actions against Julianni. She had done nothing to Dominius, save for standing her ground and placing herself in a safer position. However, Khaihraz felt anger as well. For she would have been safe by his side, if only she hadn’t abandoned the Degario family. He would have protected her with his life.
“She abandoned God by joining you all. She abandoned all of us. None of this would have happened if she would have come back,” he said softly, furrowing his brows. He had been defeated.
“I’ll ask you one more time, Khaihraz. Why do you refuse to answer our questions, and why will you only speak to Director Avala?” She said, sitting down across the table from him.
“Because I trust her more than I trust you.”
“Why? What is your affiliation to her?”
Silence descended upon the sound-proofed room. The man closed his eyes, then spoke, his words barely above a whisper.
“She is my sister.”