>>6077563The Stranger’s awakening is anything but pleasant, you make sure of that. After all, you channel the scariest man you know, your father, into your actions, “You are aware that your actions would be enough to condemn a common man to death? That the only reason you’re still alive is solely through our mercy?”
“Wha-? Is there water-?” His voice is soft and confused, you decided to rectify this with a kick.
“Did I grant you permission to speak, ingrate?!”
“H-hey-” Another one, then another as he struggles. There’s blood falling from his nose again, you might have broken it. Oops.
“Dozens killed because of your actions today! Do you know how many families will grieve because of you?! Mothers left without their children, children without their parents.”
“I-I Didn’t-”
Your kick is harsher this time, “You think I’m joking when I say you should be thankful?! If it was up to me your head would be on a pike outside the city walls.”
Marie swiftly moves in after your sentence, sitting right next to the man and holding a cloth to his face, “But it isn’t up to you, right Lauren?” She gives a disarming smile to the hurt man, and a pleading one to you.
You cross your arms, “Hmph, might still be if he surrenders his information.”
“But you will, won’t you?” Marie says, her complete attention on the Stranger, she puts one hand on his thigh and he shivers, “Look, I know what you are and you know what I am so why don’t we agree to help each other? Countryman to countrywoman?”
“A-alright,” He has a strange look on his face, half scared, half comforted. Was that Marie’s goal? From what you know you’re supposed to torture somehow during an interrogation, not try and reason with them- Unless they’re a noble you correct. Even if that does seem rather unpleasant, is this a better way? “But who are you?”
“My family name is Suzuki, and this here is Lauren London, she’s my companion.”
“I’m Ota, n-nice to meet you?” He tries to smile at Marie, it looks pathetic.
“And it’s nice to meet you too. Now, Ota, we’re both Inquisitors-” The Stranger seizes up for a second before Marie moves in, the way she can just change her expressions and mood on the fly to what is what before scares you a bit. She raises one hand up his thigh, only the slightest amount, and drops the cloth stalling his blood and uses that hand to cup his chin and cheek. His entire attention is brought to him just like that. Marie looks motherly, she’s younger than you, and disarming, yet none of those emotions are real. She’s pretending. How is she able to do that? You certainly aren’t, at least not as well.
