disloyal thoughts.

Once her questions were asked, he wrestled with the idea of telling her the truth. It wouldn't harm much of anything at this point, plus he was sure that she'd know not to trust him due to his duty. Smart girl, he thought idly before making his reply. "I have been a spy for a good part of my life, a little over a year now. I cannot run well, nor can I hunt large game with ease. This was the best choice for me," he said calmly, all trace of his irritation gone. He bounced between emotions so quickly, it was difficult for him to keep track of what he was currently doing.



"I could ask you the same thing," he said, watching her carefully for her reaction. He had not chosen to become a spy, although in the end, fate had made the right decision. Tyberius knew that Medusa had bestowed the rank upon the female, that she had not chosen this for herself either, but he would wait for her response. He didn't need a reason to ask. He would ask questions as he pleased.