Wonderkind

“I’m happy to oblige,” she said. “What would you like me to ask about?”

 

"Okay," she said, tilting her head almost playfully. "Why don't you want to talk about world domination?"

 

She pulled her cloak tighter around her.

"Maybe. I don't know. I don't think that's why," she mused. "If that was why, you would want to try to figure it out. But you don't want to talk about it."

 

She relented, tilting her head.

“Okay. Fine. Tell me about when you grew up. It was a long time ago, right?”

 

She gave him a little smile.

"Another forbidden question?"

 

She looked over her shoulder for a moment.

"Like what?"

 

She laughed a little, shaking her head.

"Yellow," she replied after a moment. "What's yours?"

 

"Blue's nice," she agreed. "Okay. Next question. Uh... do you believe in a higher power?"

 

She raised an eyebrow, tilting her head a little.

"Then who is all-powerful? You?"

 

She hesitated when he glared at her, ducking her head a little. There was a silence before she spoke, her voice quiet as if she expected retaliation.

"So you believe that the 200-year imprisonment was a result of your own actions."