His injuries aside, Zach felt a little tired. What was it with old people and never listening?
The First added some pressure on the base of Zach's throat as he continued.
"I asked for your identity! Not your name!"
Zach frowned at the First's words. He had seriously missed something.
This was no longer just about surviving. He had to know what the First was asking about. It was enough to make someone who had lived for millennia go crazy. It was important, and not just because the First Child was trying to kill him over it.
"Where do you come from?! How can you wield that power with this body?!" The First asked, growing increasingly angry and dangerous as Zach stayed silent.
"First of all, I have no idea what you're talking about," Zach hurriedly squeezed out before the First could be disappointed with the answer.
The First Child's frown changed slightly with the addition of confusion. With his hand around Zach's neck, he could tell that he wasn't lying.
