“I... don’t think so?” [i]The boy said, sounding completely confused. The look on his face said confused too. If he was lying, he was damned good at it. For the boy, conviction was everything. He’d prided himself that in all of his time on the street, even through horrific beatings, he’d never ratted anyone out. The lying was well-practiced, to the point of being pretty convincing. He’d even gotten to control his behaviors to limit the body language that was associated with fabricating stories.[/i]