Detecting Falsehood

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It's been so long, I'm starting to wonder if you really did exist.

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I close my eyes, trying desperately to think of a way to get this guy to open up. If he's the leader of this gang, he has every right to do whatever he wants. But it's a family business. And his family have let him down before.

Somehow, he blames Jungkook for his wife's death, and that clearly has some horrible effect on his son's confidence. Somehow, she died, somehow they got into an argument, and now everything is a mess.

There has to be a way for me to untangle this. But I don't know if I will lose my life in the process.

If someone has nothing to lose, they can't lose anything anyway.

"Sir, can I ask a personal question?"

He frowns in confusion, the polite tone bringing him back into the room and stopping him from spacing out as much. "What do you want to ask? Remember, you're still my hostage. And you still owe me that information."
"You will get it," I say firmly, "I just want to know. How did your son's presence cause your wife to die?"

He takes a sharp breath, eyes widening at the sheer bluntness of the question. "You have a very curious mind," he says, an edge to his voice, and I nod, pretending not to notice the hidden anger in his tone.
"I always have had that."

He thinks for a moment. "Well, that information better fucking be worth it, because if it's not, you will suffer. I never talk about these things with anyone. What gives you the right to demand answers to your questions?" The minion winces as the tone of their leader's voice raises along with the volume, until he's practically shouting at me.

His eyes flash with what I can only describe as pure rage, and he leans forward. "You may think you can worm your way into my personal life? I don't fucking think so. You have crossed a line here-"

"Well, then, I won't tell you about whatever it is you're here to question me about," I say brazenly, raising my head to meet his eyes. "This is far from the first time I've been threatened by someone like you. What is so important about you that makes me care about your empty threats?"

He's stuck in that pose for a few seconds, shocked beyond description at my retort, clearly not used to such conversation. Then he opens his mouth, to tell me off again, thinks better of it, and sits for a few minutes in silence, baffled as to what he's supposed to do. I just watch this, knowing I will have a few moments of mental preparation if he decides to force someone to  beat me up.

After all, he would have to get them to enter the room. So I would know pretty quickly. And therefore I can figure out a solution, see if there is anything I can do to escape that resolution. 

He sighs, rubbing  a hand over his face. "I fucking hate you, I hope you know that," he says quietly, sounding exhausted. I nod energetically.
"I think I got that message, sir. Don't worry about that."

"This doesn't mean you've won, I hope you realise," he says warningly. I shrug.
"There is nothing for me to win or lose," I return simply. "Therefore none of that would be an issue. I know that I am nothing to anyone. I get that. But right now I have something I can bargain my life for, if I need to."

He thinks for a moment, then sighs again, clearly coming to a decision. "Fine, I will tell you.  But I am expecting to be answered in return."
"That I can promise. I don't know whether my answers will be useful, but they will be given."

The leader nods, his posture seeming to deflate as something comes to his mind, as he thinks about it.

"My wife died when my children were only young, maybe about five years old. She was caring, protective, and she didn't agree with some of my methods, but she accepted them as flaws. She was stunning."