ABOARD THE MILLENNIAL, INTERROGATION ROOM
This time Pauel's eyes were dull, bordering on lusterless. Lifeless. Mica had almost gone too far, and that almost was what kept the Apostle of Truth in the land of the living. He looked up and said, "What do you want from me?" He wanted to launch into another mini-sermon, and give his interrogator a taste of what waited for him in this life and the next, but he no longer had the strength. "And who are you? You are no mere Republic officer; of that I'm fully certain."