I wonder how close he is to figuring me out? If he knows about Takatora, then he must have at least a suspicion that I'm lying, though the master of lying uses the truth to his advantage- I don't follow the Beat Riders, I could have cared less who Cid gave the Drivers to, they're merely test subjects, that was why I didn't bother objecting to the one that fell into the hands of that returned expatriate.

I lean back against one desk, facing him, and cross my arms over my chest. "Other people? Is that what you meant, the dance teams are using my Driver? What ever would they want them for?"