(OOC: Holy crap it's been WAY too long! Anyways, before I forget my scene time to continue this. XD! I will also need some kind of recap with what happened earlier and who's doing what because my brain hurts trying to recall it all. Or at least most of the basics.)
IC:
Whether it was the usual expectations or something otherwise the first scenario to emerge after being warped through a vortex-like tunnel into what felt like another dimension but could just very well be the inside of Daemun's mind (in fact it would be considering that's exactly where this routine was aimed) in flash the scene changed but surprisingly, or maybe not, it was a memory not of Daemun's but of the demon who had merged with him.
It was an oddly "normal" scenario, all things considered. A family gathering around a massive table that extended across the center of a throne room like area, decorated darkly with the standard yet highly valueable demonic items and such. At one end sat a hulk of a demon, black and with the wings of some kind of hell dragon and the largest set of curled horns that any demon should even have. His eyes were piercing, white and stood out like liquid paper on coal.
"You are the prince!" He bellowed, his voice deep with a rumble at the back of it and over all his firmness was that of a demon lord's standards. Perhaps even slightly above that level.
At his side his wife, the queen, sat; a much more slender type figure who looked a lot more like her son's type of demon than his father did. She played the role of the calm royal queen, her voice cold and with an atherial depth to it almost as though two voices spoke at once; that of a woman and that of a slightly deeper and darker being.
"Your father, though firm in his words, has been quite valid in his words thus far Krei'zul. Your responsibility is-"
A familiar voice then interupted her, a hiss to its tone and his palms slamming down onto the table in frustration.
"I have heard this over and over again and I do not need this unnecessary reminder on a regular basis! Besides such a role is not what I want. But no one questioned me on my preferences!"
"You had best steady your tongue Krei'zul" Growled his father as he leaned in close with a firm frown and a curl of his lip "You may be my son but I will not have you speak at your mother or myself with such a tone..."
"I will speak to whomever as I damn well please..." Hissed Krei'zul, a suddenly similarity between him and Daemun quite suddenly apparent.
This sort of arguement went on and on until finally Krei'zul stormed out, vowing "This will be the last you see of me. Take your mental pictures for from this day I follow my own path..." before storming out the door, leaving an enraged father and a hurt and angered mother behind.
So he didn't just run away. He left. But when time passed by and the assumption that he will come back dwindled to a hopeless level it wasn't long before a search party was sent. Coincidentally another certain someone had been cast out and left on his own. Another who too was enraged but he seeked vengeance where the other seeked freedom. Perfect timing. They each had something the other could offer. And this is what lead Krei'zul to Daemun...and where the ritual of bonding began.
(OOC: ^..^! )
IC:
It seemed almost a bit too soon to have ended the journey into the mind to find out what was needed but apparently what was needed enough was found and that in itself would be good enough for now. Holding the side of his head with one hand and leaning forward using the other as support his head felt like the world's worst brain freeze, made worse but a not too distant scream and then followed by a persistent headache that very gradually started to fade away. Gripping his teeth as held the side of his head he slowly opened his eyes, blinking out the blur in his vision which was more like the kind of temporary blur one has when they just wake up from a deep sleep and having to take a moment to allow them to adjust to normal.
With Raum's help Daemun gradually got back up to his feet, looking over his shoulder and then back to Raum with his eyes still moved in the direction of the others so to keep his own attention somewhat on them too. He had his own suspicions, never quite sure what to expect and trusting close to no one.
"Why do I get the feeling I'm the one who should of felt the impact of that the most?...And why do I feel like the fact I didn't should be something I should be worried about?" He inquired Raum, taking great care so not to be heard by anyone else but Raum.
Meanwhile Sydonai did what needed to be done, closing his eyes and calmly going through the information through his mind's eye, observing the scene carefully. Although clearly such a disregard for one's authority was not something that sat well with Sydonai at all. However he could see there was good reasons behind it.
Inhaling slowly Sydonai did his best to keep his cool, slowly opening his eyes and exhaling into his sentence. "Oh such typical stubborn ways...he always did have a tendency to be rather rash. So...his path was one of avoidance, to change his destiny and aid another in his path for revenge. Yet in doing so...what has he accomplished? A mouse who is now meshed with a demon prince and so within he holds the power of a God."
"So the prophecies hold truth to them" Sydonai added after a brief pause, a revealing moment that caused Daemun to frown suspiciously and turn to Sydonai with a firm "What prophecy?...No one ever told me of any fucking prophecy..."
[ooc - Daemun is probably happy that Darkmoon retreated when he did, the longer they're in for the bigger the headache, though at least he avoided most of the headache ;) Also, don't forget the other thread, it's your turn]
"Lord Samana did it deliberately," Raum answered in kind, "why...I don't know." His large eyes flicked over Darkmoon again. He was not so much completely relaxed as completely unable to move in Lorus' arms, his right arm resting palm up on the ground and giving the two lower ranking demons a clear view of the red eyed gold hoop snake tattooed on the inside of his right wrist. Remembering Darkmoon turning his hand when Raum had first noted the tattoo, Raum pretended to be focused on the interaction between Lorus and Sydonai. Having eyes like his was an asset. He clearly remembered the tattoo. The first time he had seen it was on the ankle of the delicious little Psion-fae, and then again on her crippled companion when she forcibly removed the latter's shirt to deal with an injury. Then he had been Chainwhip, and assisted them in leaving a convoy manned by some disturbingly devoid entities. He hadn't really thought much about it then until he had clearly seen it on the shoulder of the chocolate and cream piebald electrokinetic, when he had declined to respond to the demands of him and the pyrokinetic that he stop sliding in much the manner that a parent declines to get a child everything they want when they want it. He had had no idea at the time that the children he was up against were so well trained. So powerful. So...
Raum blinked as the thought of the two Psions and the associated memory of their energy suddenly made itself clear, embroiled as it was in Darkmoon's.
Curiouser and curiouser.
Then Lorus glanced at him and there was something in that look that had Raum looking away from both of them so fast he barely realised he'd shifted his attention until he became aware of being amused by the shifting emotions on Sydonai's face. Something was making him unhappy. Probably more battering at the hierarchy, from what he knew of Krei's past. He couldn't help but do the face splitting grinning demon thing, showing the entirety of his front rows of teeth, but withheld the smartalec comment he was thinking. He says that like it's a bad thing.
"Prophecies, Krei," Raum spoke laconically after Daemun seemed to have recovered sufficiemtly to retort in ypical Daemun fashion, emphasising the plural. He looked down at Daemun, the grin softening to equal parts affection and cheek, neither that much more comforting coming from a face with gargantuan eyes and a mouth containing three rows of needle fangs. Perhaps only another Mal'alh could understand. "Looks like you get to be a major character."
(OOC: You know you're not wrong. XD! Daemun's not complaining really, just more wondering and a little suspicious as you could imagine. Not just from how it happened but what got yanked out of his mind and how it's all suddenly lead into some major plot twist he didn't quite expect. He'll be needing a nice hard drink after all this I'm sure of it. =P Oh it is? Shoot! I didn't even realize, lol! Urgh! >..< Alright, awesome! Sorry about that, will definitely respond to it. ;) )
Daemun tried not to take much notice but at the same time he couldn't help but notice a few new things. At least new enough to reveal a few more secrets he, being a relatively new demon kind, had yet to know about. "Hmm...something isn't right about any of this..." He quietly noted to Raum with a small incline of his head at his direction, watching the happenings but doing his best to remain non-suspicious.
There was something deep inside Daemun that hinted that he held some kind of powerful potential. Something of which he had but only seen he tip of the iceberg of, as they do say, and he wondered about it. How it would effect him over all, what it meant for his position...if he even wanted that much power, if he held it within at all. Putting it all aside as simple assumptions and rapid conclusions he eased himself as best he could.
A little smirk tugged at the corner of Daemun's mouth, though he didn't want to show it the amusement within was still quite strong even for him to ignore, as he sent off a thought to Raum; 'Careful...someone might hear you' He half-joked, stealthily shifting his eyes at his direction and back toward the others again with that smirk quickly vanishing as matter became more serious.
Once Sydonai was done and Raum added that needed plural to the sentence Daemun turned to Raum with a small frown, taking note of his expressions and seeing it as a form of demonic affection in its own sort of way but still not quite liking the way this all sat with him. "You knew about this?" Daemun inquired moments before it was declared that he would be a "major character". Gotta love those plot twists! Although clearly Daemun wasn't exactly all too pleased as he lowered his gaze with a frown and a word that pretty much summed up his whole conclusion rather simply.
"Fuck..."
Raum shrugged. "You were Prince Krei'zul when we met, for all that mattered to either of us." He grinned his easygoing demon grin. "It's news to me too." He didn't sound overly astonished, but in Raum's line of work he constantly expected to be surprised and thus ceased to be surprised by anything. "Prophecies are..." he paused and shrugged his arm shoulders and top-most pair of wings. He paid enough attention to know what prophecies were supposed to be happening whenabouts but other than that wasn't terribly concerned by them. They seemed to be right up Sydonai's alley though.
Lorus had taken the edge off Darkmoon's pain enough to negate the intense migraine. He could have taken enough to ease it considerably without putting himself out. He wanted Darkmoon lucid but was quite happy to let him suffer. Lorus knew it was a rather vain hope that if Darkmoon experienced enough Inquisition pain he would shy from taking it on himself. The only time he had ever done it properly was his first time, so long ago. He had been consumed by guilt.
Darkmoon sat up, with an effort, suppressing a groan. He reeled slightly, even sitting down. Lorus kept him steady. Darkmoon sat with his knees supporting his elbows, resting his head on his hands. His tail coiled neatly around himself. He flinched when Lorus' hand moved to the back of his neck. Lorus massaged him lightly, and reluctantly, Darkmoon relaxed a bit.
Lorus wasn't quite sure what else Sydonai might want them for. He had figured Darkmoon's Inquisitor skills were required.
"How should we deal with the old one?" Lorus directed the question at Sydonai, turning his head slightly so he could see the other. He was referring to Krei'zul's father, he who despite his earlier self righteous sound and fury at the insolence of his spawn, would quite likely be even more furious that said spawn had been reaved by an Inquisitor.
"Apparently that's one memory that wasn't transferred to me..." Daemun responded with a roll of his eyes, seeing the typical irony in that particular catch he predicted this all would have sure enough revealing itself more as this whole situation deepened with mystery and revealing.
Surprises weren't exactly something Daemun reacted to, for the most part, overly much toward at all. But these sort of surprises were the worst kind of such. Not only because it was a huge responsibility suddenly thrust upon his shoulders but in such a responsibility came a possibility that this all could very well be bad news for him. At least to some level.
"Of theoretical purpose with some streak of truth" Sydonai suddenly cut in, Daemun in turn swiveling his attention and focus to him with a curious yet typically firm expression which eased to more of a concluded discovery when Sydonai added "However of importance none the less."
Turning his attention over to Lorus now, his gaze flicking over to Darkmoon as though silently inquiring his condition after what apparently was quite the ordeal for him, and then back to Lorus, Sydonai replied "That is something of which I am rather concerned of. It would be best to arrange some form of meeting and make an agreement that this is purely on neutral terms. As we know this sort of news could quite easily spark a war, especially with one as hot headed as the king of Krei'zul's realm."
"I suggest the meeting take place on the peace grounds. However one of you would need to speak with him. If need be search for more answers. I am sure Daemun would not object?"
"And miss out on the amazing times? You must be crazy..." Daemun responded, sarcasm drenched in every syllable.
Looking at Darkmoon but addressing his words to Lorus, Sydonai continued with almost a complete disregard for Daemun's sarcastic response "And what of him? He seems...most unsettled." It's not easy for one such as Sydonai to express concern and care. But at least he tried.
"Oh very descriptive. My lord." Raum smirked, remembering his manners almost at the last minute. Sydonai had just described pretty much every prophecy that had ever been prophesised. Unless it occurred to Sydonai that Daemun might not know or remember everything about any prophecy concerning him, Raum figured he would have to either try to remember it or help Daemun find some information about it. Or hell, he could go find some information himself. He liked looking for and finding things.
Lorus rose smoothly to his feet, his robe falling neatly back into shape around him, and nodded in agreement to Sydonai's suggestion of meeting up with Krei'zul's father on the peace grounds. Lorus followed Sydonai's attention to Darkmoon. The black mouse sensed himself being observed and continued looking down. Lorus looked back at Sydonai. "He'll be fine," he said. "Better if he would stop taking Inquisitor pain on himself," he added pointedly. At this Darkmoon glanced up, a flash in his eyes. There was a thought at the front of his mind, but it didn't make it high enough to be either picked up or spoken. He made eye contact with Lorus and looked down again. He would not cross Lorus. Again Lorus looked back to Sydonai. "We will speak to him," he said agreeably, referring to meeting with Krei'zul's father. "Do you wish to arrange it or be present? Or shall we handle it?" You could never tell with your employers when they wanted to claim something and when they wanted to let their agents cop the flak for everything.
Sydonai and Lorus may have ignored Daemun's petulance. Darkmoon however looked up again. He made eye contact with Daemun, a ghost of an apologetic smile on his face.
Sydonai wasn't in any mood for sarcastic remarks, humor toned as they were, although admittedly he did realize what he had done. In fact he had done so quite on purpose as every prophecy seemed to have a frighteningly similar structure to the other. He wasn't going to make a scene out of it though. Flashing a look toward Raum he show he wasn't in the right mood for mockeries although evidently deep down inside Sydonai chalked a point on Raum's score board.
"Well I suggest you remind him of what exactly he is in for" Sydonai responded with a surprising level of calm. "Apparently he isn't quite aware of it himself."
"You've got that right..." Daemun muttered under his breath, careful that such words didn't attract any unwanted attention.
"Hmmm, quite..." Sydonai agree in response to Lorus' own, looking at Lorus with a small sigh and a shake of his head as he added "To each their own I suppose, even if I do find it all rather foolish. But none the less useful."
Now with more pressing matters once more nudging at Sydonai's conscious he took a moment to consider his options. It would be wise to go with them, more so for diplomatic and keeping the peace reasons than anything. But he knew Lorus and Darkmoon could easily handle the situation themselves.
"I am certain you are more than capable of handling the matter yourselves" Sydonai finally explain, glancing over to Darkmoon and then looking straight at Lorus as he further explained "However should you require me you know how to call for me. I have more matters I need to tend therefore am unable to be there myself personally. Urgh..." With a roll of his glowing blue eyes Sydonai added with a muttering tone "At times I wonder why I even accepted this position in the first place...oh that is right, I was born into it..."
At first Daemun's usual firmness was strongly present and it didn't seem he was so willing to accept this apologetic smile, or glimpse of such, Darkmoon presented. But in the end he couldn't quite help himself, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He may be a shmuck but the poor guy was just doing his job. Even Daemun couldn't help but feel sorry for him to some level.
Raum had a hackles-up moment when Sydonai glared at him. Well, he could deliver a prophecy without the pomp and ceremony, so he would. Later. When he found out which particular prophecy people were babbling about himself. To Sydonai he merely nodded acknowledgement and kept his head down.
Lorus nodded. They would see to the old demon then. The sooner the better to get it over with, he supposed. He looked over at Daemun and Raum. Daemun was accompanying them, he had no choice in the matter. "Will you be accompanying us, Raum?" he inquired, a trace of malice entering his voice and his beguiling smile as he used the demon's name. Raum stopped himself from flinching with an effort of will. He glanced at Daemun.
"If Kre'zul wishes me there, then yes, my lord," he answered tightly.
Darkmoon's ear pricked up. "Starzi," he murmured, concerned for her. The scream he could hear came along the bond they shared, he could feel the prickling of the pain she was in, something tainting her energy.
She will be fine, Lorus' thoughts cut into his mind, like diamonds falling directly onto his brain. Darkmoon looked up. Lights flashed in front of his eyes, but at least he didn't feel like throwing up or falling over with the slight change in orientation. Lorus looked down at him with a slight smirk. You trained her, he responded to the unformed question.
The controls are eroding, Darkmoon said eventually, if I don't replenish them...
Things are going to get interesting then, aren't they. Lorus didn't seem to think it was anything to be concerned about. He wouldn't. Out loud, he said, "Get up." He offered a hand to Darkmoon. Darkmoon looked at him with a measured expression for a while before reluctantly accepting the hand up. He as grateful for Lorus steadying him as he swayed very slightly, waiting to adjust to being vertical, then resumed the original pose he'd assumed when they had first seen him, standing in Lorus' shadow with his hands clasped loosely in front.
Daemun didn't like this one bit. But what had to be done had to be done. Besides that he had some questions of his own he wanted answers for so accompanying the apparent team he was thrown into, willingly or otherwise, would hopefully prove useful to him. He heard his name again and turned to Lorus and then to Raum accordingly. In all honesty he wanted him to be with them, Raum being one of only maybe one or two he actually trusted at all.
"Maybe it's best you stay some place safe" He advised with a surprisingly caring tone "I know you can stand your ground but I'd hate for you to get hurt over this major fuck up."
'Raum, listen carefully...' Sydonai's voice suddenly slithered into his mind 'Daemun means well in his response but I would suggest you keep an eye on him from afar. Something does not feel right...I know you sense it too.'
It was very hard not to shiver at Sydonai's ophidian mind contact. Raum failed completely at not shivering but at least it didn't really show externally, his tail twitched slightly and that was about it. He nodded to Sydonai, but responded to Daemun. "I'll come along. Unless," he grinned toothily, "you'd rather I didn't." So he wasn't exactly the type of friend you brought home to introduce to your parents. Even if your parents were demon royalty. Perhaps especially if your parents were demon royalty. He wasn't expecting to be turned down, but one could never tell with Daemun. The mortals were odd sorts. He could have picked Krei'zul's mood with relative ease. And if he was, well he was going to hitch psychically anyway. There was something about Raum that had to go and check things out, especially if they were difficult or dangerous to get to. Bonus if both.
Darkmoon's impassiveness was broken as he exhaled sharply, putting his hands to his stomach and reacting as though he'd just been punched in the guts. The last blow she had taken he hadn't really been able to separate from his own pain, this one was quite clearly hers. He also felt what could be described closest as a sense of loss as he felt one of her controls go, and a corresponding rapid slide into deteriotation of one of Trajectory's. He glanced at Lorus, and aerted his eyes quickly from the sharp glance Lorus cast him.
"Shall we go, then?" Lorus asked, looking at Raum and Daemun in turn.
"Honestly it's up to you..." Daemun responded, albeit fairly bluntly but it was about as nice as he was going to be given the circumstances and his current mood, turning his eyes alone to look at Raum as he continued with a surprising display of how vulnerable he suddenly felt in all this, though he also tried to hide it behind a mask of stubborn courage "But this isn't your problem to fix. Just...keep yourself safe."
Daemun knew there was no way to control what Raum decided to do or not do. It was either something he did or didn't do, that simple, at least from what he understood about him anyway. Still didn't stop him from caring about him though in his own sort of ways of caring.
It was often, at all, that Daemun was as calm in his response as that. Though it was blunt and touchy it was just one of those things that when you hear it no matter how much of a macho man you think you are it seems to show a very familiar aspect that we all hold inside. Needless to say Daemun was anything but happy about this at all.
He had missed what happened with Darkmoon in his moment of discussion with Raum but his attention was quickly guided over to Lorus as he made his inquiry. "Yeah..." Daemun nodded "I want to get this over with ASAP."
(OOC: And now I have a block as to where to go from here. X3! Urgh...I hate it when that happens. Um...got anything to help the cogs in my brain start moving again? =P )
Seeing as Raum was still hanging around, Lorus assumed he was coming. Absently, he moved his right hand in the approximation of a wave at a bit above his abdominal height. Then they were on the peace grounds. Darkmoon moved his left foot out a little so that his back was slightly more turned toward Lorus, and the two of them casually looked around to see who else was in the area.
Raum stood up to his full 3m height (I think that's how tall he is in demon, he's not a giant by any stretch, crap I should really do a character sheet for him, I'm currently too lazy to go back through the threads and see if I mentioned his height anywhere at all aside from just saying he was taller than everyone else :), gently scenting the air and getting the idea of the area. Looking thus preoccupied, he dropped a thought into Daemun's head.
You okay in that shape? Your parents might prefer your demon mien. Obviously Daemun would go in whatever skin he felt comfortable in, but Raum thought he would put it out there.
(OOC: Sorry once again for the lengthy time it took to respond! And yes I think you mentioned Raum's height once (at least) but there is also a possibility it was in one of the thread groups that was went bye-bye. Although I hope not!)
Daemun, in demon form, was no giant himself although quite tall never the less. How tall exactly it's hard to say really since no one really measured him, or dared to, in that form but there was to be a rough estimate it would be over seven feet, possibly eight feet, or so. His mane added a bit of height to him too though he generally stood to suit his body type; lanky and slung forward a slight. But when he stood tall and proud as often he did he was a sight to behold. A sight of dark beauty that was both intimidatingly terrifying and frighteningly admirable.
'I'm fine' Daemun transfered back but a brief pause later Daemun added 'Actually on second thoughts you've got a point...give me a moment...'
Exhaling deeply Daemun held the bridge of his nose between his fingers as he shut his eyes and prepared himself for the transformation. He could handle a lot but the unfortunate thing about his transformation is how God damn painful it was.
"Whoever came up with my transformation technique is a fucking comedian..." Daemun muttered before opening his eyes and reaching up to his forehead. The rest...well needless to say it ended up in a pretty grotesque scene accompanied by screams that made even Sydonai shiver (a combination of pleasure in there somewhere no doubt) a slight and after a few moments, probably no longer than about fifteen to twenty seconds, he was done.
"That was agonizingly annoying..." He growled, his tone and mannerism adjusting like a switch to match his demon form which was very much so his "alter ego" but like Superman and Clark Kent is one in the same. Just different when in either form.
Lorus and Raum observed the rip-tear-shredding that comprised Daemun's magic boy transformation; Lorus with an arched eyebrow and small smile and not much else readable in his expression, Raum with mild amusement coloured by a touch of concern. Darkmoon turned his face away.
"You didn't come up with your transformation tecnique?" Raum nudged Daemun playfully with his tail.
Lorus turned towards where they could sense the Royals. Darkmoon tipped his head very slightly.
There's more, he sent deep level so Raum and Daemun wouldn't notice. If they needed warning then he would warn them but he guessed for the moment that the extras he could feel were Royal Guard. If there was any danger it would be toward himself and Lorus and not to Daemun or Raum, and still the chances of anything violent happening in the peace grounds was slim to none. It just wasn't the done thing.
Still, it paid to be at least somewhat cautious.
Shaolin Webmonkey
[ooc - huzzah :)]
Well. That was that question answered. He saw no real need to delve into the details of the wherefores, he could see what had happened. He vaguely wondered what Sydonai would do with the knowledge once he had it. He looked at the miasma around him. Any other Inquisitor would break it off and leave, that was how it was done normally. The more sadistic ones would spread it out a bit more to cause their victims intense migraines, worse than normal, and then leave. There were some that could not be removed, as far as Darkmoon knew, but he gathered what he could. When he retreated, Daemun would have a throbbing headache but at least it would clear up in a few hours rather than days or weeks.
Darkmoon surfaced, leaving Daemun's mind. The miasma enveloped him. It had been a long, long time since he had Interrogated a demon. He'd forgotten how much it hurt.
Daemun, already grounded sitting on his knees, wouldn't fall. Darkmoon's exit was heralded by a scream of pain, and Lorus moved, blurring from where he had been standing to beside Darkmoon, catching him and lowering them both to the ground with Darkmoon cradled in his arms. Once they were stable Lorus placed a hand over Darkmoon's Ajana, murmuring soothingly at him. Occasionally disparagaing remarks such as "idiot" and "you should have..." were clear enough to be translated.
Darkmoon's defences were fragile at best. Lorus reached into his mind and plucked out the information he had gone into Daemun's head to retrieve. Darkmoon feebly resisted. Lorus brushed him aside and stilled him. In his arms, he felt Darkmoon tense, but his willpower had gone and he became an almost dead weight.
Lorus looked at Daemun, then over his head to Sydonai. He nodded once, offering the glob of information for Sydonai to peruse at his leisure.
[ooc - eta oops forgot Raum]
Raum moved closer to Daemun as soon as Darkmoon released him. Being this close to Lorus was extremely unnerving. Raum wasn't exactly a coward but he really preferred not to be seen, so he was already feeling rather exposed here under the eyes of the two demigods and...he glanced suspiciously at Sydonai. He wasn't so sure what to think of Sydonai. He was glad Lorus and Sydonai were looking at each other and not at them. In the unlikely event things got hostile he was easily within range to grab Krei, small and light in his current form, and slide on out of there.
Minding the other three, he offered Krei'zul strength, and pretending to be absorbed in concern for his young apprentice, he observed the interactions of the others.
He detected fear in Darkmoon. Odd that Lord Samana would be so afraid of someone he was so closely bonded to. And the Inquisitor suffering the pain from that kind of Interrogation? Raum hadn't witnessed many Interrogations, the Inquisitors weren't exactly a breed to be trifled with. But in all the ones he had seen, the Inquisitor had left smiling and the victim had been the gibbering mess. This was unusual. Raum wondered.
"You ride the waves and don't ask where they go."