“Listen Chris, something’s off about you”, Benjamin says, staring Cyrus down , “like really off. You never eat in front of us, then you faint from starvation. You lash out at us on a whim and refer to our facelessness derogatorily. Nobody had ever seen or heard of you until I found you at that hotel. You didn’t show up until a big moment in facial politics. Who are you Chris?...What are you Chris?”. Alarms go off in Cyrus’ head. Dead end. Checkmate. The race is over. He’s been found out. First a dog and now a faceless. Cyrus can’t win. He begins to cry, he can’t cry, he doesn’t have eyes. He needs to buy time. “Big moment in facial politics?”, he asks timidly. “Cyrus boar?”, Benjamin replies, a questioning tone as if its obvious, “Cyrus Boar…died, then the revolution in district 13 got so strong that no faced are able to enter. They’ve been celebrating for a week non stop…a faceless would know that”.

Cyrus begins to sweat. He can’t think of anything. He tried to buy himself time, he’s just made himself more suspicious. “I’ll make it as easy as I can”, Benjamin says, “Before I found you in that hotel, where were you?”. Cyrus sighs, “I was in the capital”. Cyrus flinches, but the interrogators wait for him to explain himself, then a lightbulb goes off in his head, “I was a prisoner, they ran tests on me”, Cyrus ducks his head, “that’s why I struggle to trust people, I mean you’ve got faced people here, what if this is a trap…I’m real sorry guys”. Yes. yes. Eat that up you idiotic apes. You fools. All of you. Worship me. Kiss the floor beneath me, for I am one of you. 

“Untie him”, Benjamin says cleanly. Cyrus gets untied and gets back on his feet. “I’m Tim by the way”, the half faceless from earlier says with a politeness juxtaposing his earlier behaviour. The pair shake hands, Cyrus’ stomach turns at the slightest point of contact he has with a half faceless.

“Hey Chris?” Benjamin asks, “is this your first time ever meeting a half bread?”. “Half breed?”, Cyrus asks with a shocked tone, “you mean to tell me he had a faced parent…and a faceless parent?”. The thought of the separate races laying with each other was vile to Cyrus, he played it cool but on the inside he was hurting. “Better yet”, Tim says excitedly, “my mother was a faceless revolutionary, and my father is Patrice McCnulty”

Cyrus is now in a complete state of shock, for the first time in the last week he was glad to not have his facial features, otherwise he’d be found out without a doubt. Patrice, that dirty bastard, impregnated one of those fucking vile revolutionaries. He spread his seed in accursed lands. I trusted that bastard. bastard . I ate with him. I gave him cover fire in district 3. I let that bastard near my family, and he’s a fucking insider. An insider for those morally and physically vile malformations of flesh and tainted blood. If I ever get back to the regime I’m going to let everyone know the prison warden they hold so dearly has been impregnating his fucking prisoners.

Benjamin chuckles, “yeah, believe it or not McNulty is an insider for the revolution. I thought you’d know that…you were a prisoner weren’t you?”. Cyrus snaps out of his fit of internalised anger. “Yeah strangely enough I never saw him while I was there”. “Oh right”, Tim replies, “he was probably busy with that hit on Boar”. 

That rat bastard. He tried to kill me. For the sake of his filthy fucking abnormal son.

“Should the unification group not be against the revolution?”, Cyrus asks in his best fake curious voice. “That's a post revolution problem”, Benjamin responds nonchalantly, “the revolution will want total power, we want equality… but right now getting rid of the regime benefits everyone.”

Interesting