I told you earlier that you're quiet to me. That's true, but it's more than that. In all the ways that I see people, you are...muffled.

So when I'm with you, I see the things I'd see in other people, but indistinctly. It's like there's a barrier between it and me, but- if I let my imagination go, there's a heart under there, broken and bleeding.

[ He shakes his head, at a bit of a loss. ]

I'm not actually sure what it was that clued that part of my mind in. It's tougher to know when I'm dealing with people I interact with, and not a case file full of evidence.