"We may not," He says, nodding. "But that doesn't sit well with me. And clearly not all of this sits well with you, if that's what you're planning. We do need more information. Especially regarding that lot. It seems their number have dropped considerably. That alone might make it wasier to assimilate."

He wants to find out all he can about the bastards that did this. Make sure they are all dead and not just waiting for the next chance to fuck up all their lives.

He shakes his head regarding his contract, or lack of one. "It's nothing as dramatic as all that. He isn't used to me. Like this. It doesn't matter that I was the man he knew, the fact is... he doesn't think he knows me any more. Trying to have a conversation is a little like pulling teeth."