"How likely are they to answer any of those questions," he adds. How likely are any of them to trust the answers they're given.

A thousand years.

"Where are the rest of the people in stasis? Why haven't they been woken up? Limited resources, maybe, but I'd like to know for sure."

He drums his fists against the cupboards and turns to find glasses. He knows where they are by now. "And are there more places like this, more people being lied to and manipulated and locked up for asking why?"

A thousand--

He sets the glasses down hard, like the sound of impact can drive off that one insurmountable thought.

"...We need to talk to the General."