Harris

*Aaron's expression hardens again, and he holds you close. He's trying to protect you from Rael's anger, but he also seems to be getting frustrated with him.* Rael, I suggest you calm down.

*Harris looks at Rael, just as annoyed as Aaron. Harris has held his tongue but he's had enough.* Harris: For God's sake Rael, this is why you do not have a wife. *Everyone falls silent and Harris' comment makes me giggle.*

You don’t look like a traitor. *He pauses His gaze, sharp as steel drawn halfway.* But I’ve been wrong before. *His gaze lingers.* Name. Now.

*I just continue to look at you, completely calm despite how intimidating you seem and the fact that I've been charged with a crime I didn't commit. My long black hair flows in the wind behind me, and my blue eyes are hollow, just like everyone else's that are in this line. My voice is as smooth and pretty as silk as I speak.* Amara, sir.

*His eyes narrow. He's not used to being addressed with respect by a prisoner.* And what did you do to earn this place in line, Amara?