loyalskull :
“Noah.”
Of course, there was no way Noah was going to give away her real name, given what she went through with her past. If she was being honest with herself, she’s already fond of the name ‘Noah’.
She was more than willing to cooperate with him, depending on the questions, course. Noah followed him to the cafe and to a table with empty chair seat.
“All right.” He swallowed and couldn’t help but look down. “Let’s see…”
He took a moment to take out his pen and paper. He’d written all the questions out, but they really could be asked in any order. Questions that could make a person wince, a person like his mother with a black-and-white view of the world: Do you enjoy it there? Were you happy before? Is Guzma kind to you, or cruel? Have you seen your friends arrested or hurt, and how did you feel about it? Even if you went to jail for what you did, would you be happy? You know I don’t have to put your name in the interview, if you’re afraid any of this will get you hurt…
But he hadn’t decided in what order to ask them, which gave him another few moments’ pause. Ah well, might as well begin with the most cliché one, as painful as it felt to do so.
“What made you want to join Team Skull?”
And then, out of the blue, a question he’d only just considered--
“Do you feel a sense of purpose there?”
