But I wasn’t intending to pry; I already knew the general facts - courtesy of Ramoon, who might as well have broadcast the news across all the planets for all the discretion he’d shown.In fact, when I considered why I was dwelling on the subject at all, I was forced to admit to myself, that I had as much a desire to highlight Ramoon’s indiscretion, as a need to display my concern for my friend.'I don't want to talk about Amira at the moment.' Ankit asserted.'I understand, and I wont pry,' I said with genuine sincerity, 'it’s just that I was worried about you when I couldn't get in touch. Both you and Ramoon had gone missing on the same day that I received that message from the Cryogen project, and it just seemed a strange coincidence. It felt like......something was wrong.'And then, hoping to gauge Ankit’s opinion of the high official, I voiced my feelings for the first time. ‘I can’t say I was particularly concerned about Ramoon though, he doesn’t come across overly friendly to anyone who’s a Cryogen.’The feeling behind my words said more than the words themselves, and I looked tentatively over to Ankit for a reaction.He said nothing for a few seconds, as if allowing what I'd just said to sink in, but it was obvious from his demeanour that he was uncomfortable with the whole conversation and wanted it to be over as soon as possible.
