Serendipity.
I have been slowly dehydrating and undernourishing the two Storviks, and they have been quite resiliant thus far.
I still can't tell them apart, but clearly they have learned something about me.
I've been quite careful about what I say during the interrogations, but, impossibly, they seem to have some external knowledge of me. I think I was able to control my reaction to the statement, so that they wouldn't recognize that they almost scored a point on me. I will need to review my knowledge of Vulcans in general, and of this (these?) Vulcan in particular. I wish that I had something more specific to work on.
Meanwhile, I'm more amused than bothered by the actual comments they made. Honestly, how could they know my mother was a temple prostitute?
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unpleasant_ifix) wrote,
amused
