Lyra
“I want to know why you joined the organization.”
“No.” He refused. “Don’t ask me that.”
But I pressed on.
“When I came in, you asked why I was here. I told you I needed answers, and you told me to ask away, that you’d answer every one. This is one of them.” I asked again. “Why did you join the organization?”
His head dropped, and he let out a sigh. A freed hand went to his hair, and he scratched at it furiously. Minutes passed. I waited for his response, but he didn’t speak.
“You knew exactly what they were,” I said again, stepping close to him and stopping just two feet away. “A man with your resources, you can’t tell me you didn’t.”
He lifted his head at that.
“They were evil, Lewis. Evil.”
“And what does evil mean?” He spat.
I narrowed my eyes, surprised.
“What do
