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Evelyn sighed and ran her hand through her hair. It was irritating when monsters denied what the hunters quite obviously already knew, they wouldn't have apprehended him if it were possible for a witch to live peacefully with humans. They played to your emotions, manipulating you into trusting them, only to have them kill you the moment you turn your back. Numerous hunters before her had made this mistake, one of the reasons her father had insisted on isolating her from the weakness the outside world plants in your heart. Sympathy, a flaw a hunter couldn't afford if they valued their life. A monster in human skin is still a monster, and though it may walk and talk like us. They do nothing but destroy, normally setting their sight on the feeble townsfolk, people who have no way to fight back.
"Oh yes, this all a big misunderstanding. I'll go make some more tea, and we'll send you on your way with pastries and enough supplies to last a month." She mocked him, leaning forward to mirror his position. "The thing is, we don't make mistakes. You see, you're a monster. There's no way you could ever live in peace. If you haven't already, eventually you'll give in to your true nature and destroy the town." Her words carried an icy tone, she wasn't holding back in the slightest. "We saw you kill those hares without laying a finger on them. Certainly if you were able to use it on them, you could use it on the innocent. Holding the citizens of your town hostage, because in a moment you could kill their whole family."
This was a technique Evelyn used often. After going days without food or water, many would easily break after being faced with the reality of the harm they and their kind could do. Of course there were also the ones who betray their own kind in a heartbeat if it meant they might be free, though most of the witches she interrogated were hard to tolerate, they were by far the worst. A perfect example of how shallow and selfish monsters like them were. Throwing others under the bus to save themselves. Now came the defining moment, the first proposal of a deal. A deal the hunters wouldn't uphold, but a deal nonetheless.
"You see, we kept you alive, though we had every chance and reason to kill you the moment we spotted you. So I'd like to propose a deal." Smirking, she cocked her head to the side. This was by far the most exciting part, if not the only exciting part of an interrogation. "You see, it's rather hard finding witches nowadays. So we make special arrangements with witches who provide information. Tell us the location of just one witch, and you can have your freedom." Standing up from her seat she began to pace around the small room. "Of course you're under no obligation to tell us, but we only give so many chances. We aren't exactly patient people, you see." Placing her hands on his shoulders, purposefully digging them into him, she leaned over his shoulder. "After that patience runs out, we're forced to resort to some, rather unsavory methods."