Micah's mouth went dry as he processed the girl's answer.  â€œRebellion?â€  He echoed weakly.  He could scarcely believe the words were real, and not a trick his own mind had conceived to sate his thirst for success in this seemingly futile effort.  No-one just walked up and dropped opportunities like this into his lap.... did they?<br/><br/>Perhaps it was finally happening.  Perhaps his months of pointless exercise and grueling mental drills were finally to be put to the test.  Dorian's rule of thumb when dealing with the supernatural was to tell the truth whenever possible; bend it at all other turns. It was the safest way to keep him from being discovered in a lie, though certainly not a fail-safe one.  Following this theory, the soldier managed to answer her query while his head was still spinning wildly.<br/><br/>â€œMicah.  No need for secrets.â€<br/><br/>He swallowed, and tried to keep his flow of thoughts in track with the idea that had just been dropped on him. He couldn't sound too interested, but he couldn't let this chance escape him, either.  â€œThis rebellion you speak of...  What use could they have for someone like me?â€