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The Interrogation - A Little Drabble Do Ya
Dawn crept up through the cracks and surprised no one. It had been a long night of interrogations. A new day would be the only thing to redeem the past 24 hours.
“Illya, you know I didn’t want to do this. I’m sorry if it… I’m sorry.”
The Russian was sullen, his face bruised from the brutality of the guards.
“You do what you must, as do I. If our roles were reversed, perhaps…”
He didn’t elaborate. He knew it would never come to that.
She cursed beneath her breath; no doubt this would cause trouble between her and Napoleon.
“Illya, you know I didn’t want to do this. I’m sorry if it… I’m sorry.”
The Russian was sullen, his face bruised from the brutality of the guards.
“You do what you must, as do I. If our roles were reversed, perhaps…”
He didn’t elaborate. He knew it would never come to that.
She cursed beneath her breath; no doubt this would cause trouble between her and Napoleon.
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