[He would agree to that, except he isn't to agree to anything in the first place-- shouldn't be here, talking to her.
And yet, that question freezes him far more completely than any cryogenic chamber he can remember.]
I- [don't know who I am, he thinks, but it's not the truth. He knows who he's supposed to be... and he knows there are people who believe him to be something else. He only knows shoulds and woulds and maybes, but the real him?
He swallows and shakes his head. Better that she doesn't ask him at all.]