The silence for that moment suggested that he'd hit a nerve but he didn't get any pleasure from it. He knew that he was a murderer, that he'd killed his siblings in cold blood to keep himself alive, but he would do it again if it came to it rather than allow the HRL to make more of them. At least he'd been able to choose what he wanted to do in some small measure.

He bit his lip in response to the question, wondering if he should tell her and how badly things could go if he didn't."2308, they're from 2308," he said quietly.