With an eye on Tom, he picked up the photograph. To his surprise, it wasn't him, but he remembered it being taken. Dressed up in all of his old finery, his brother had cast a wary glance at the camera, without much of a smile. Unsure how they had even gotten their hands on it or what to do with the photo, he sheepishly held it back out to Tom. But he decided right there and then to go with the truth and nothing but. Or at least, a portion of it. "Not really, sir." Another glance at the photo. "But this isn't me." That could have been taken two ways: the fact that he wasn't his twin and that he no longer was that man. Or at least, he tried to be.
But he pointed at the scar on the man's face and turned his cheek to prove his point. He had no such scar, but that didn't take away that they had been looking for him. "I have no idea what I did." But that hadn't stopped him from running either.