"Pardon?" He tilts his head to the side, confused.
"I said, do you work for It?" I emphasize the words mockingly.
"Why would you think of that? I mean, I took you to a rebel meeting. Simply associating with them is a crime. Why would I risk what I have if I worked for It?"
"I don't know, maybe to make me and everyone believe you don't. I mean, you do work under It, everyone does, but you work for It. Why?" Ego steps back as if I physically went for him. I can see in his eyes that he is in conflict with himself. He doesn't know what to say, either deny or agree.
"I'm not sure what got you to think like this," His voice, now composed, spoke to me gently. "Maybe it was the accident and you being here for too long, and I know it can get boring and stressful. But I promise I will get you ou
