Elena listened closely to his words, slowly removing her hand from her hips again, letting it rest on the wooden table. It was a skeptical look she gave him then while he was speaking to her, drawing a certain picture of the Houses in her mind. For a few moments, she became captivated by reservations. His words, no matter how false they were and how many bad chicaneries were sounding in it, held some truth for her. The corruption by the governments was nothing she was being fond of in any way. And she had been enjoying her stays away from these machineries of falsehood, the government safeguarding its citizens, yet in the end only exploiting the unsuspecting. In the Omicrons on the other hand, there was nobody to hide anything, one could say it enabled society to see the whole truth of humanity in itself. Men in their true form were inhabitng these places, as God had created them, no manmade bounds, no regulations. Such thoughts kept pestering her as Hussaini spoke, virtually forcing her eyes to focus on his own. People said the eyes were the entrance to one's soul. But in his eyes, she saw nothing, it was ugly intimate, but there was nothing, just a void inside his pupils. A void she was about to lose herself in, solely focused on his words that even began making sense
But then, this swirl in his iris appeared. And it deterred her from looking even deeper into this void, instead glancing away quickly. Her muscles strained, with one hand she held onto the table, with the other she slowly, instinctively reached out for the Operative's arm, discreetly under the table. She shuddered as she saw this sudden movement in his eyes, as before they had been looking so ... lifeless. For a brief moment they had life in them, but it wasn't how it's supposed to be. These couldn't ever be the eyes of a human, she thought. But what the fu.ck was he then? Or were it just some sort of hallucinations, coming from the hypnotizing she went through just a few seconds ago?
Feeling as her heartbeat became even faster, she'd slowly feel the blood pounding in her carotid arteries. In contrast to the sneaky voice of Hussaini, it was a relief to hear the voxmorpher of her company again, even though it sounded just as weird. For a few seconds, she stared at Hussaini as her eyes fairly narrowed as well. Skepticism arose in her, his words that had just sounded so natural some moments ago were slowly vanishing out of her mind again. They weren't forgotten, but they lost some of their former effect. In fact, she was quite able to catch herself again. "If I'm being honest, Bassam, and I'm sure you want us two to be honest to each other, right? Then I must say, you are good with words, but it needs a little more than that to persuade me to, you know, leave my whole life behind. Let's talk about ... the freedom, the truth and the light you are offering. These are three very nice words, but they are so awfully meaningless if I don't know what stands behind them. What makes it freedom if you have your 'Overlords' - dumb, ignorant and blatantly bad at flirting by the way - who you have to obey?", she said, realizing that she might had become quite daring, insulting somebody who she knew was Hussaini's good friend. What truth do you want to tell those who are following you, if I might ask? Because there are thousand and one various truths around, and everybody claims his own to be the right one. What makes yours the 'right' one, then? And in the end ... the light. What do you mean with that? Please bear with me, but I don't care about this advertisement crap, I already heard it once, so spare me. Rather come to the point." The tone had went from a slightly confused over a neutral up to a mocking tone she was unsuccessfully trying to suppress.
