"Questions I do not know the answers to. Having been your instructor, I know you well enough for that to be difficult; let me think."
He had finished bathing her and was being bathed in turn before he was able to think of any. As he'd told her, he knew too much about her for most conventional questions to be evidential, and the unconventional ones he really wanted to ask would tell her too much. "Do you believe the Protector's appearance will make our profession obsolete?"
"No," Cortin said promptly. "We'll be just as necessary, though not always in the same way, I'm sure." She grinned. "Not everyone's going to be willing to give up even the little free will we did, either to be sure of Heaven or to avoid Hell. Criminals still won't give up their information without a fight, and they'll still need mortal punishment; there'll definitely be a place for Inquisitors!"
"That is good to know. Ah … let me see. I do not remember that we ever went into your pre-Academy background, with the exception of your family being a farming one; if the subject would not be too painful, that might be a possible area of evidence."
"My adoptive family," Cortin corrected him. "But I can't say my childhood was any more painful than average, so go ahead."
"Do you remember your biological parents at all?"
"No. As far as I know, I never saw either of them; I was the classic orphan left in a basket on someone's front porch."
"What about siblings?"
"One, an older brother. Though Mother and Father would have dearly loved more; I remember regular Masses for that intention."
"And how did they feel when you went into Enforcement?"