[He is still for a moment, then gives a soft laugh absolutely devoid of amusement.]
I suppose you are correct. I still don't see what will stop anyone with something to hide from lying, but perhaps it is more information than we would otherwise have regardless.
[Edward returns to his room and comes back a moment later with his package. He flicks it open with a kind of carefully controlled careless air, and even faded and away from its source the scent hits him like a truck, and he goes still for a moment, eyes closing, before he looks back up, pulling out a folder and showing several shots of a girl, pretty but not extraordinary, with long dark hair and big dark eyes and something in her that makes her look somehow fragile, but unaware of it herself. In the box is a lock of dark hair that matches the photographs, and a ratty old tshirt that is full of holes.]
Her name is Isabella Swan. She deserves better than to be used to threaten a person like me, but that seems to be her lot in life, so I don't know why I was surprised that it happened.
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I suppose you are correct. I still don't see what will stop anyone with something to hide from lying, but perhaps it is more information than we would otherwise have regardless.
[Edward returns to his room and comes back a moment later with his package. He flicks it open with a kind of carefully controlled careless air, and even faded and away from its source the scent hits him like a truck, and he goes still for a moment, eyes closing, before he looks back up, pulling out a folder and showing several shots of a girl, pretty but not extraordinary, with long dark hair and big dark eyes and something in her that makes her look somehow fragile, but unaware of it herself. In the box is a lock of dark hair that matches the photographs, and a ratty old tshirt that is full of holes.]
Her name is Isabella Swan. She deserves better than to be used to threaten a person like me, but that seems to be her lot in life, so I don't know why I was surprised that it happened.