He stayed quiet. They talked kindly to him, screamed at him, threatened him, hit him, shot things into his veins so he'd tell the truth, and he stayed quiet ….
"Where is she?"
"What was her condition?"
"How far had her power extended?"
"How much does she know?"
He faced the floor, not meeting their eyes. Sometimes he had a ghost of a smile on his face. Because there were words they could never wring from his lips, knowledge that would never get out of his brain.
He didn't even breathe loud enough for them to hear.