[color=f49ac2][i]Killed. Dead, her father was dead? Killed for his crimes? How had they gotten him? No, he was fine, drunk and somewhat crazed, but fine. Alive when she had last seen him. No, they were lying, they couldn’t have killed him, he would die from alcohol poisoning. Not this[/i][/color]. The silence felt deafening as she refused to talk or even acknowledge that her father was dead, there was no proof that he was dead and to her they were no doubt just playing with her. Trying to push her to talk, did they think she would just break down and cry? [color=f49ac2][i]Absolute lies, I don’t believe it for one second. He can’t be dead, he was… was not there at the prison. Ethan said something about retirement. That was odd, but no. There was no way her father was dead[/i][/color]. 

“No words about his [i]death[/i]? Surely you loved him, he was your father after all.” Matthew pressed as he watched her sat on the chair, it looked like she was processing the news he had given but she hadn’t reacted. Not in the way he had thought she would at least. Usually when you tell someone a loved one was dead, they’d fight back, either deny it in anger or get so upset over the news. This was becoming frustrating, but he would still continue on. Matthew wasn’t done yet. 

“Ah, I get it. You probably think we are lying.” Matthew smiled as if he was just having a nice conversation with a friend when reality was, he was interrogating her. “Let me show you, just so you know it’s the truth.” Without even flinching he pulled out a photo that was kept with his stack of papers showing the dead body of her father who had been sent to the firing squad for his crimes. Blood could be seen in pools and colour had drained from the male figure in the photo, but it was clear enough to show an identity. 

Unable to stop her curiosity she couldn’t help but look at the photo placed on the table in front of her and the sight made her feel sick. They weren’t lying to her, that surely was her father. [color=f49ac2][i]Dead[/i][/color]. Feeling her heart slow down as she stared at the photo, she wasn’t sure what she was feeling, of course she was sad. That was her father and to her deep down he could be a good man, just misguided at times. This was the father that had raised, tried to look after her when her mother had passed. Though a part of her had expected this to happen, he had become so focused on the rebellion, on killing the monarchy so crazed that it really wasn’t a surprise he was dead. 

Closing her eyes, she slouched back in the chair still refusing to speak anymore as her thoughts drifted to her father. Iris had closed her eyes to stop any sort of tears, any sort of emotion being seen by them because she didn’t want them to see her grieve. [color=f49ac2][i]Well. I guess I’ll be joining him soon then[/i][/color]. 

“Nothing? So [i]heartless[/i].” Matthew commented lightly as he sat back in the chair watching her, he would have expected a reaction to the photo at least. It wasn’t a pretty sight, gruesome to say the least but nothing. No outbursts and he knew it would take a lot to get any decent information from the girl. “Well if you don’t want to talk, I guess we will have to call it. See to it about arranging your death.” Tapping his fingers against the table he could tell the girl was exhausted and usually that helped when they went in for questioning, but no. This was different. It was like she had already resigned to the fact she was going to die. Giving it a little while Matthew let the news of her fathers death sink in hoping it would help and about half an hour had passed and still silence only transpired between them, shaking his head he let out a sigh as he watched the girl pay more attention to her own thoughts than to them. 

Placing a hand to his ear he turned on his own comms device, “Sir, nothing. No information whatsoever except her name. She won’t talk.”

[color=f49ac2][i]Why did Ethan not tell me this? Why did they not say?[/i][/color] Iris was more worried about why she hadn’t found out this information before than the men that were discussing the fact she was not talking. What could they do to her anyway? There was nothing worse than death. [color=f49ac2][i]Why? I… he’s gone. I don’t understand[/i][/color].