Scathe and Phil kept walking until they were some distance away from the rest of the crowd, hoping not to draw too much attention, but still, that was hard after giving a rousing speech. When he finally felt like he was far enough away, he turned to Phil and asked. "Why did you lie about who you really are?"
Phil turned to him abruptly. "What do you mean?"
"I know your name isn't really Apex. You are Phil Valier, a member of one of the noble houses. Now, answer: why hide you you really are?"
Phil got defensive for a moment and then sighed. "Do you honestly think they'd have let me in knowing who I really am?"
"Actually, it might increase the power of this revolution to have a member of a noble family in it. It shows that there are those sympathetic to our cause, and may wake the aristocrats up from their content sleep." Scathe reasoned.
"I've tried. It didn't work. They tried to kill me." Phil answered. "Besides, you aren't exactly what you appear to be either. What do you hope to gain from this revolution?"
"I think it's best if you remain in the dark about that." Scathe responded. "I personally like being a bit of an enigma, and the fact that no one can see my face makes me a bit of a symbol of this revolution."
"Oh, come on. You don't honestly think of yourself that highly, do you?"
"I am simply laying forth the facts. So, let me guess... you don't trust me?" Scathe asked.
"I know you have your own reasons for joining this revolution besides helping others. So, what do you want?"
"To understand, to learn, to know. This revolution will put an end to the one policy that I cannot even begin to tolerate: keeping knowledge from the people... from me. I hate not knowing. Does that satisfy you?" Scathe responded, now on the defensive himself.
Phil put his hand on his shoulder and nodded. "I understand."