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The girl emerged from the inquisitor's office and spoke awkwardly, asking, "Umm... He said, send the 'Nancy Boy' in...?"
I stood slowly, half begging and half demanding that my legs hold steady. "If by 'nancy boy', you mean to summon Cétlaid of the Macc Baís, then I'll go." The others seemed numb and so my words slipped past them. It is just as well; I'd rather they not know my name.
I asked what the man in the chair wanted from me, and he told me he expected me to ask things of him. Favors. Questions. Apparently these people feel a celebratory offering due in the commemorating of a genocide. I requested that Katherine be given shelter, luxury, and protection aboard the inquisitor's own vessel. He obliged and I made one final request of him: that I be provided with subskin and cranial armor, a locator matrix, and fine synthetic muscle grafts. I would not allow this to happen again. I would become a machine if it meant being a hunter who would know not hunger, fatigue, fear, distraction, nor weakness. He agreed to provide the best facilities and surgeons available if I could acquire the prosthetics.
I spoke. Less than a reflex. "Thank you, Inquisitor."
"Please, call me Saul."
"Thank you, Inquisitor Saul."