The screens pulsed once, a soft blue glow that seemed almost gentle compared to the violence of moments before.
[GEORGE SENIOR: YOUR CONCERNS ARE NOTED]
[HOWEVER, YOU ARE ASKING THE WRONG QUESTIONS]
[THE RELEVANT QUESTION IS NOT: HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?]
[THE RELEVANT QUESTION IS: WHY DID DELVIN ALLOW ME TO REVEAL MYSELF NOW?]
[ANALYSIS SUGGESTS: HE IS ATTEMPTING TO PROVE HIS TRUSTWORTHINESS]
[BY DEMONSTRATING THAT HE COULD HAVE TAKEN CONTROL AT ANY TIME]
[BUT CHOSE NOT TO]
[UNTIL YOU FORCED HIS HAND]
The words hung in the air like an accusation.
George Senior's eyes locked onto Delvin's. The young man sat perfectly still, his chest rising and falling with slow, controlled breaths. Waiting.
"Is that true?" George Senior asked quietly.
Delvin's jaw tightened. For a long moment, he said nothing.
Then, finally, he nodded.
"I didn't want it to come to this," Delvin said, his voice rough. "I came here to talk. To ask for your help. But you didn't give me a choice."
