[It's so far removed from anything he expected all he can do is stare. Silent. For several long heartbeats, waiting for the man to tell him it was joke maybe - heartless, but ultimately harmless... but no. It did not come.
Slowly, he raises his left hand into view, and there is his proof. The Anchor, slashed across his palm.
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Slowly, he raises his left hand into view, and there is his proof. The Anchor, slashed across his palm.
I am the Inquisitor.