
"Cinder..." He said, using that
tell-me-now tone.

"Explain." He said, looking straight at her. But her knew.

He felt a sharp twinge of pain at the last part. "Would they have wanted this? For you to be here?"

"Cinder....why did you join the resistance?" He asked, softer than he had been.

He growled. "Cinder, I mean Ms.Nightman, it does."

"No. You're the Tech right?"

"Uh huh. Do you have any friend there?" He asked. He was asking both for himself and the Council.

"Okay then. Where do you come from Cinder?"

"How old are you?" Though he knew.

He sat on a stool. "I am Aris. Okay, let's begin."
((What should he ask her?))

"Cinder Nightman?" He said.

Morgan opened the door and listen outside, pretending to pick of scattered trash-

Morgan looked back and forth and wanted tho leave, turning.

"Should I go?" She asked,