“Perhaps, let me look at this from a different point of view, and even explain this to myself.” She folded her hands gently in her lap before raising her eyes again to Conner’s face. “You feel it is right to withhold otherwise public information for the fear that it would bring doom upon the domain. Many of the Kine civilizations also believe that the secret plans that they have drawn up behind closed doors, should they be delivered into the hands of their enemies would bring about a downfall.”
She began tapping a single finger against the back of her other hand. “So that begs the question, Reeve Greyson, when was the last time you read a history book? Because I am confident in saying that such history records display the facts in a summary, and not in complete strategical detail. Insomuch as the history of the domain is interesting to me, the strategical aspect of the forces and barricades do not.” If the Reeve honestly thought that she wanted to spend her time measuring the thickness of walls and counting the number of blood banks in the city he was sorely mistaken.
“I am more interested in the chronology of the domain itself. Like what happened ten years ago. Considering you were only made Priscus a little over two, I can conclude that any information that you have does not reach as far back as the early nineteen hundreds. I truly do not care how old you are, where you came from, or what you do behind closed doors in the internet. I have no interest in the physical prowess of the domain, or how His Highness or you spend your time away from your work.” she shifted her head slightly, and for a moment was surprised at how even and cold her voice had become.
“I do not care if you do not trust me, you know as well as I do of what we are. I expect that, however, withholding information from someone who asks in confidence, particularly about things that have only historical and fictional value -- that I do not comprehend. There is only one conclusion that I can make -- that you have none of the information that you are withholding from me.” With that she rose to her feet, and extended her hand to the Mekhet behind the desk. “May I have my file back?”
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