Oren looked like he was considering her for a few moments before he started to explain what he meant by this war. Her recruiters had certainly done the job, and she had passed their tests, but that didn't mean Cordelia really got it. All she knew was that, she was in danger of exposure the longer she went without training, and the exposure could mean terrible things. The Syndicate was supposed to help with that. The things they had told her that humans had done... She could hardly believe it, but had felt immediately outraged at the description of things they had done. Oren asked her if she knew anything about Willowbrook and the Centurions. She nodded. "Jus' ah little. I was tol' 'bout Willowbrook, 'fore it was a school."
He nodded his head towards a bench, and she walked towards it, taking a seat on one end while Oren took a seat on the other. She turned to him, her expression concerned. The faint glow that usually sat so brightly on her skin had faded. "They tol' me 'orrible things. Non-mutants. They did... experiments? Ta all tha mutants?" She shuddered. Forced breeding programs. All sorts of horrific experiments to test their abilities. Make weapons out of them. Cordelia had certainly never expected people to be like that. She never saw the worst in people - but now she kind of did.
"I don' know much about tha Centurions. Yer gonna have ta fill me in a bit more on tha' one."