Tomas doesn't have a question. Not really anyway. There are a billion things that he'd like to know about, but they're not ones he'd expect to be answered, and they're complicated.
And he doesn't know what the little girl's game is, not really, but she's beautiful and happy and playful and young and he can't help but smile at her.
"Is it better to tell the truth or a lie?" he asks, his tone soft and a little honestly curious.