Dave stepped close to him again, her face upturned. He felt again the old desire for her, even here—now. Did it matter that she had betrayed him? Did anything matter any more to him? The last ebb of fury flowed out of him, leaving him silent and relaxed at last. If this was a trap ... what did it matter? He had nothing to lose now.
He realized quite suddenly then that he wanted very much to believe what Deve said. He wanted it so badly that he reacted defensively, not daring to let himself be hurt by her again. Very cautiously, he let down the barriers that he had erected against her since the very first day of the trial when he had known for the first time that she had been his betrayer.
Deve sensed the change in him and laid a hand on his arm. "You ... you will listen now?" she asked quietly.
Aram nodded, his eyes fixed on her face. The bruise on her lips was dark and painful looking.
"I heard of your arrest the day it happened, Aram," she said. "I knew what the end of it would be if they could find no real evidence against you—you'd have been subjected to an extensive mental probing that would have left you ... an ... an idiot. That's true. You know it is."
Aram nodded agreement.
"You would have been lost to us," Deve said, "and Aram, we need you! Need you desperately!"
Aram looked about him in confusion. Still weak from his bout with the drugs, he was having difficulty marshalling his thoughts.
"Who are you people?" he demanded. "What are you?"