At his laugh, Eva reaches a hand forward and grabs his upper lip. The web of nerves in that part of the face, for any human body, gives her control of his head, although he will still be able to speak. It's a warning. It's her final warning to him.
"Yes, well, your master better have sent us some information on how many of your people are aboard this ship and what the primary mission was, because I can't really be bothered with another attempt at evangelism."
She casts a look at Daniel. She appreciates his attempt to defuse the situation and pull some information out of it, she truly does, but at the same time, she can't help but find his questions impractical and academic. Let Daniel study their culture later; at the moment they have god knows how many explosives on the ships among innocent people, among delicate machinery and Stacy's esoteric innards, and there is no time to deduce motivation or appreciate cultural relativity here. Given time to process, his keen mind would likely be of great use to them against the cultists - but in this moment, now, they need only information they can rely on.
"Start talking. Now. Without any of the hellfire and brimstone."
She has no doubt this man has suffered greatly, but she also has no doubt that given fifteen minutes, with or without Daniel's horror, she can break him. She's seen greater men and women than sniveling bootlickers scream for mercy. She's been one of those greater women. The cultist may have been using his faith as a shield against pain, but there are ways around any shield, she's certain.
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"Yes, well, your master better have sent us some information on how many of your people are aboard this ship and what the primary mission was, because I can't really be bothered with another attempt at evangelism."
She casts a look at Daniel. She appreciates his attempt to defuse the situation and pull some information out of it, she truly does, but at the same time, she can't help but find his questions impractical and academic. Let Daniel study their culture later; at the moment they have god knows how many explosives on the ships among innocent people, among delicate machinery and Stacy's esoteric innards, and there is no time to deduce motivation or appreciate cultural relativity here. Given time to process, his keen mind would likely be of great use to them against the cultists - but in this moment, now, they need only information they can rely on.
"Start talking. Now. Without any of the hellfire and brimstone."
She has no doubt this man has suffered greatly, but she also has no doubt that given fifteen minutes, with or without Daniel's horror, she can break him. She's seen greater men and women than sniveling bootlickers scream for mercy. She's been one of those greater women. The cultist may have been using his faith as a shield against pain, but there are ways around any shield, she's certain.