I pushed him away, shying from the newfound severity in his gaze. I remained silent and after a moment Aizel seemed to have calmed down.
“Listen, Jeanette, I know you’re angry about your father, trust me, I am too. I knew the man for years; I looked up to him just as much as you did. Just tell me the code and we can work on dealing with this together.”
I was silent for a great deal longer, thinking – or at least trying to think – about what my next move was. I found Aizel’s eyes. “No,” I told him softly.
“Don’t be stubborn!” he erupted. “This isn’t your fight!”
“It became my fight after my best friend and my father were murdered!” I wanted to hit him, but I obviously thought better of it. I was just so mad. “In the letter that professor Sierra wrote, he told my father not to trust Arthur Benson, why?”
Aizel shook his head. “I don’t know why.”
“Then I’m not telling anyone anything until you help me find some answers!” I hoped that this plan would work. The professor didn’t trust Benson and I wanted to know why.
Aizel now seemed submissive. “I’m telling you, you don’t know what’s at stake here!”
“Oh,” I replied harshly, “then tell me. Because I have a lot of questions and I need them answered.”
He looked around the street carefully, for obvious reasons. “Alright fine, I’ll tell you what I can, but not here. Once we’ve found someplace safe, I’ll tell you everything you need to know about the super weapon we call ATLAS… and I’ll tell you the truth behind this war.”
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