Sebastian suppressed a sigh. He kept his posture slightly slouched, playing the part of the intimidated grunt, and took a step out of the line.
"Sir," Sebastian acknowledged with a neutral tone.
Sterling slowly walked circles around him, inspecting his cheap armor and his scuffed boots.
"I was watching the interrogation from the observation deck," Sterling began, his voice smooth. "Inquisitor Vance is a terrifying man. I have seen hardened veterans weep and confess to crimes they didn't even commit just to get his pendulum out of their faces."
Sterling stopped directly in front of Sebastian and leaned in slightly.
"But you didn't even blink. Your heart rate didn't elevate a single beat. Your soul frequency was a perfectly flat line. Vance thought you were just dull. But I know better."
Sterling tapped the side of his own head.
"That isn't stupidity, Trent. That is pure ruthlessness. You don't feel fear. You don't feel guilt. You are completely detached from your environment."
