“Do you take me for a fool?”  Wil dropped the makeshift weapon he had been carrying and slowly began to make his way forward, toward Greggory.  “Just because I can’t use magic like you seem to expect doesn’t mean that I can’t sense it.  When magic is used on someone it leaves a mark, and you have that mark on you.  It is faint, but it is there.”<br/><br/>Wil stopped about 5 feet from Greggory, within easy striking distance.  “I don’t know why they sent you in here, or why they would have a reason to clone you and then apparently tamper with your memories, but at this point it is immaterial.  You are not leaving here alive unless you tell me everything you know about this facility, why they want me, and what else they are doing here.  I want answers, and I<span style="font-style: italic">will</span>have them.  Do not leave anything out, no matter how trivial, and suffice it to say that I have various…methods of ensuring that you talk, so if you wish to avoid unnecessary pain, do not hold back.  Also, just so that we are clear, if you try to deceive me again your life is forfeit.  Do you understand me?”