He asked, “No mention of anything from him? No indication that he might go off … ?” I chose my words carefully. “Where is there to go off to?” “No message left behind for you?” he asked, ignoring my query. I could see danger in Thansius’s features, the curl of his hand, so close to a fist, the bunched muscles under the blood robe. I furrowed my brow and willed my brain to do the best job of answering without really saying anything of importance. Transparency is fine, if you happen to be a window.
Yes play those mind games
