Anakin was in the middle of reading one Nathan Ryska’s sample paper, wondering from where this student pulled the amount of confidence his cover letter clearly exuded, and yet was not at all backed up in the body of the application. He wondered if the student’s family was somehow affiliated with the university. That might explain the boy’s inflated ego and blatant sense of entitlement.
Anakin found himself thinking he needed something else to focus on because this was annoying and dull. Though he wasn’t sure H. G.’s question was a welcome distraction.
He mulled over it, blankly staring at the paper in his hand. She had offered him a way out of answering her. But in the end, he came to the conclusion it was better to answer her questions straightforward than to not. Sooner or later she would stumble across the DVDs and know the details. And he had opened the door by welcoming her to the ranks of the morally challenged. They did have their own distinction from the rest of the ‘good guys’ it seemed.
At last he looked up from the paper.
“Yes,” he said, giving a nod. “I forget you don’t know who I am.” He didn’t mean that quite as arrogantly as it sounded. By now, he was used to everyone just knowing who he was, what he’d already done and what he would do when he returned to his universe. It was easy to forget about the very few who needed an explanation. “I have done things that most would be, at best, uneasy with. And when I return to my universe I will do far worse still.”