Tr'Lawsh shook her mane. "Thisss isss hopelessss," she said with
exasperation. "He is just a simple-minded fool, brrred to die." She
stood up and walked to the door. "Open up!" she called.
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"Thisss one'sss a wassste of time," she said to the guard. "Sssend him
back to hisss ccell. We won't get anything out of him." The Caitian
looked back at Daphne. "He'sss not worrrth yourrr time, Commanderrr,"
she said, still eyeing her warily, as if she were a powederkeg waiting to
explode.
"I don't think that he is worth more than something to get some training exercises with. Let's send him back to his cell. I think we have put our breakfast off long enough," she replied with disgust. It was clear that she felt like she had wasted her time in the interview room.
Once back outside, Tr'Lawsh waited until Horrtha was taken back so I to his
cell. "Good job, Commanderrr," she said, smiling. "You werrre verrry
convinccing. That wasss a grrreat idea, thinking up that bit about
Trrraknorr asss a sssell-out. I hope you don't mind me rrrrunning with
it."
"It has been a pleasure working with you on this, Commander," replied Daphne. "I was glad that you handled it the way you did. You probably have a better understanding of his behavior since his people are genetically altered Caitians."
This time there was no hiding the Caitian's emotions. Her face showed anger, disgust, pity... This was an affront to all Caitians, and something that shook them to their very cores. "I underrrssstand nothing about him," she said in a low, dangerous voice, though her anger was clearly not directed at Daphne. "They arrre animalsss." Disgust had won out.
"Well, I think that we have planted a seed that will help us inthe long run even if we didn't get anything immediate out of the conversation."
She contained her rage well, as though it had never happened, except for a dangerous glitter in her golden eyes. "It will prrrovide interrressting lissstening thrrrough the cell bugsss. I'm sssurrre they will be having a mossst interrressting converrrssation in a few momentsss. Would you carrre to join usss in lissstening in?" She nodded to the outside control room, where the listening equipment was kept.
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