"What are you talking about, Illykran?"
"What?" He shook his head. "Sorry I am doing something important and trying not to ignore you at the same time. I gave you files the other night. You know the night you acted like you didn't give a hoot about the risk I had just taken for you. Those files about your mothers death, did you read them? I have to turn the chip in when we get to Centauria, I told Fejorn that I would otherwise I'd be expelled." He sat down what he was doing and gave her his full attention.
"I haven't had a chance to read them. I've been busy filling out paperwork and getting the ship ready for a trip back to Centauria."
Illykran was not sure if it was better for him to be there or not when she read them, but now he was stuck on the ship with her and had no choice in the matter. If it were him in her situation, he'd want to be alone, but knew that he still needed a friend.He took a deep breath. "Do you remember when I mentioned things are not always what they seem? Why don't you let me fly while you take the time to read it... I can't give you another chance at this... unless I can persuade the Inner Circle. They will not fold unless the Drex are no longer considered such a threat after the battle. Plus... if you do not make it out of that mess alive, you will die never knowing the truth." His voice faded off.
