He tried to channel his interlocutor's thoughts but all he was aware of was his own. And pain, of course. He didn't have the cube, apparently. He couldn't feel it in any of his pockets, and he could assume they'd searched him thoroughly.
A chill coursed through him, and all hope abandoned him.
If these unscrupulous criminals knew what the cube could do, he thought, they wouldn't hesitate to use it to take over the Empire.
Then he remembered what Misty had told him immediately after he'd found it: “I used to be its.” The cube had chosen Jack.
To be the Emperor, besides.
A thought so ludicrous at the time that he'd dismissed it outright. A thought that grew more improbable yet as the interrogation proceeded. A thought so beyond the realm of possibility that Jack, in excruciating pain, d
