"He's just so young." Varian murmured.
Sitting in a cell, unconscious and tied down, was the assailant. Varian and Elunara stood to one side, just watching the boy.
"He's sixteen, maybe seventeen." Elunara sighed. "But I guarantee you; he's been indoctrinated since birth."
"You think he's one of the missing Twilight babies?"
"I know he is." She rubbed her own belly. "The Twilight are a sick lot, I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if there are others out there, just like him, causing various forms of mischief."
"How are you handling him?"
"We're taking a two step approach." Leaning her head out of the door, she called out.
Janella stepped into the room. "So, this is the child that tried to take mine."
"And many others. I know what he did was horrible, but you'll have to put that to the side for now."
"I know my duty." Janella moved into the cell and began running her hands over the boy.
"Do you trust her?" Varian whispered.
"She trains my daughter."
"That's all I need to know."
After a few minutes, Janella stepped back out of the cell. "His body is rife with succubus magic, but he is not under any form of mind control. He acted of his own free will."
"Damn." Elunara sighed. "I'd hoped... Never mind. Thank you, Janella."
"Thank you." She bowed, before turning and leaving.
"Now what?" Varian sighed.
"We're going to have a little chat, and then I'll go from there."
"Lovely." He kissed her temple. "Stay safe."
"You know me." She winked. Locking the cell door, she sat in a chair opposite of her prisoner. Reaching forward, she broke the healer sleep.
He jolted up.
"Hello."
"Elunara?"
"You know of me?"
"You are famous in the Twilight. We are taught to look out for the purple hair night elf, with the temper rivaling the dragons themselves. That you are interrogating me at the moment... an honor."
"Curious." She cocked her head to the side. "I'm shocked that I've left such a lasting impression in the Twilight."
"You'll never break me." He leaned back in the chair and gave her a feral grin. "They trained me against all of your techniques."
"My techniques?"
"Pain is meaningless to me."
"Oh, Sweetheart..." Elunara sighed. "Let's start simple, what's your name?"
"I don't have one. I am known as 1-9-5-0."
"That's a terrible name." She shook her head. "Let's call you Bobby for now."
"Bobby?" He gave her a blank look.
"It's much better, don't you think?"
"I guess." He continued to blink at her in baffled amazement.
Several hours later, she helped him drink from the cup. "Still thirsty?"
"Nah, I'm good." He shook the hair out of his face. "Got anything to eat?"
"Sure, give me a minute." She stepped outside.
"How goes it?" Varian rubbed his hand down her back.
"I'm cracking him with kindness. He doesn't know what to do about it."
"Good." He kissed the side of her head.
Going back in, she untied the kid from the chair. "Here, eat." She held up the plate, the door to the cell behind her was open.
He eyed the door for a few minutes before taking the plate and fork. "Thanks." Sitting on the bed, he began to shovel the food into his mouth.