“Oh, I really would, hence I asked.” Ethan spat as he moved over to the Prince aiming a swift kick to Caspains side with his good leg, he was more than happy to beat out the answers from him. Ethan had no qualms with maiming, harming or killing him because ultimately, he was getting his wish. The rebels were getting their wish and that was to be rid of this monarchy. Hopefully rid of the famine, the unjust and poor. Districts could get some money; they could rebuild and hopefully with it a better life for everyone. Not just the rich, although Ethan would be lying if he didn’t want that for himself. A nice life, someone who loved him and potentially even a family. The riches, however, did tempt him. 

“You know she doesn’t [i]love[/i] you.” Venomous words as he spoke eyes glaring at the Prince clearly unhappy with their brief display of affection. Ethan was not a fan, he honestly felt cheated and to him it was all this Princes fault. Ethan didn’t want to believe for a second that Iris loved the Prince, he had to keep telling himself that it had to do with the amnesia. That the trauma had messed her up and this was why she wasn’t herself. The minute she’d be torn from the Prince, taken away from everything about the Capital she surely had to come to her senses. “How could she love you, if you’d have known her identity in the Capital you would have killed her.”

Trying to keep his voice calm he glanced around the small room they used to interrogate prisoners. A table was sat in the middle with two chairs at opposite sides. The door was locked, and Ethan knew he could take himself in a fight against Caspain, especially as the Prince was in a worse state than him. “Can you tell me honestly you would have loved her back in the Capital. You can never work. You know this.” Ethans words were more trying to convince himself that there would never be anything between them, “It’s not like you were serious with each other anyway.” Shrugging it off as he folded his arms. “You know you can make this easier on yourself, if you talk, I won’t hurt you. You know the [i]drill[/i] with these things.” Waving his hand as if he was bored before it reached inside his suit jacket pulling out the gun from earlier as he twirled the weapon in his fingers. 

“I [b]will[/b] use this.” Aiming the gun towards Caspain as he watched him, giving the Prince a chance to discuss the military and answer his questions.

The other rebel who had been escorting Iris stopped at the door, nodding for her to go inside as he kept guard outside. The rebel was there in case she did decide to run, but she hadn’t. It seemed she had more sense. Sighing to herself Iris looked at the door before pushing it open to reveal some sort of office with Ethans father sat at the desk waiting for her. Nerves ebbed away in her stomach as she looked over at him, he had always been nice but with how violent his son was she couldn’t help but worry. 

“Welcome Iris, it’s been a while. Please, take a seat.”