[He closes his eyes. I don't know. He doesn't know how he should react to those words, but there is a twisting sensation in his gut. He laughs breathlessly at Lin's accusation, although it is mostly without real humour.]
Trust me, I know I am.
[His hand starts to shake at his side, and he places his palm against the cool slickness of the glass. Takes a breath. When he speaks again his voice is soft, uncertain.]
I guess it feels like old history, repeating itself.