"You'll know if we lie? I don't believe you!"
A moment of silence followed.
Then the voice answered, slower this time. It was dangerously patient.
"… You hear me speak to you from somewhere you still cannot detect."
"You saw me block your cameras."
"You saw me turn the dungeon gate into a solid wall of red."
"And yet the thing you find unbelievable… is lie detection?"
Signa's face twisted as if she'd been slapped.
Destro coughed, releasing a wet and ugly sound. Blood splattered across the stone.
"You won't let us go even if we talk," he rasped.
"You will have to take a leap of faith, yes," the voice agreed.
"Either through torture or the peaceful manner, I do not care. I will get my answers. The method is your choice. The outcome is not."
Destro bowed his head for a moment.
Silent.
Thinking.
Then his shoulders straightened. His spine stiffened. His hands clenched.
He looked up with a steady, deadened resolve.
