[He could understand Claire. Perfectly. But did he want to answer her?]

[No. He didn't. Answering would be admitting what he was now, what Bourne had made him. Answering her would be showing her his weakness, him at his very most vulnerable.]

[When he speaks, his voice isn't anything like the David Claire's come to know. His thought-speak voice is soft, and desperate, and a little insane.]

< ... don't look at me. Please. >