A hand snapped out, backhanding Waver with enough force to hurt, all in the knuckles of his hand. He hissed at him, the other hand shooting forward to snatch him up by the collar. "Mind your tongue before you lose it. Had your father been less arrogant, he wouldn't be dead now. You have the chance to keep your life - and I suggest you do not squander it."

He pushed Waver back into his chair. The bindings tightened; heat burned into his circuits for a brief moment, a reminder of what was fastened to his wrists.

"You will answer our questions or you will die. It is your choice."