Kirk sat in front of him, fully clothed, while eating breakfast. Arthur has taken this meal out of his subspace for his prisoner, who seems to have grown quite used to his new home. The silver head bobbed up and down, munching, but Arthur did not have the time.
"Tell me who controls the corpses," said Arthur with impatience. "And tell me the identity of the Ghost Ruler."
"First answer is I have no idea. The second answer is I have no idea," replied Kirk while pointing his knife at Arthur. "We don't need to know a lot about our targets to kill them, and none of our targets remained alive."
"Berilo must have some intel to keep standing in this world. I have no issue breaking you and healing you every day for the rest of your stay. I can even make a rune to do that without my interference, just a rigid process that shows no mercy."
