"...?!" Robin slowly turned toward Kristan, his gaze heavy with confusion and suspicion, his eyes shimmering with a thousand unspoken questions, all demanding answers at once.
"After I locked him up here for the first time," Richard began talking, "I started interrogating him. Not because I was particularly interested in what he had to say—no, far from it. It was more about asserting dominance... humiliating him. It gave me a reason to strike when doesn't answer, to release some of the fury boiling inside me." He gave a slight shrug, as though the violence he spoke of were nothing more than a mild inconvenience. "And like all living beings when stripped bare and scorched by fire... he cracked. Quickly. Pathetically. Told me everything without holding back."
