“Yes.” The word came out abruptly. Defiantly. “I did.” “Why?” “Because I didn't have a choice.” I slapped my hands against the workbench, my anger a clenched iron fist in my chest. “Why?” “You're not ready for that information. You'll never be ready.” “Why?” “Because you're human, and humans are weak,” he snarled. “Because it's none of your business. Because it doesn't matter why I did it. Because no matter what reason I give to you, it won't be good enough. Now ask me something else.”
