Interrogation Transcript
Conducted by: Captain Jerrika Quinn, Silver Elite
Suspect: Colonel Marina Serrano, Tin Block
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Serrano: Of course it wasn’t easy. Losing both Jake and my daughter within a year of each other.
Quinn: And yet you didn’t request leave.
Serrano: I’m not someone who wallows in grief, Captain. I combat it by distracting myself. By working. By looking forward.
Quinn: You chose not to hold a service for your child, yet you held one for your husband.
Serrano: Jake received a Command funeral, a requirement for all soldiers of his rank.
Quinn: It’s interesting.
Serrano: What is?
Quinn: You say his name. Often. You don’t say hers—your daughter. Stella, was it?
Serrano: Yes.
Quinn: Did you love your daughter, Colonel?
Serrano: What kind of question is that? Of course I loved my daughter.
Quinn: Was she Aberrant?
Serrano: As far as I know, no. But she was only five years old. Perhaps she would’ve manifested abilities as she got older.
Quinn: What was she like?
Serrano: She was…beautiful. She had the most beautiful eyes.
Jake said she had my eyes, but hers were so much brighter, so full of wisdom.
She was a child and sometimes when I looked into those eyes, I felt like she knew far more about this world, about life, than I ever could.
And she was brave. Nothing scared her. Ever.
Things that made other children cry or scream in terror?
She didn’t even flinch. Not my daughter.
My daughter was a force to be reckoned with. She was going to do incredible things.
Quinn: Why won’t you say her name, Colonel?