Okay. So maybe a name wasn't important. Odds were that he was trying to figure that out himself. An identity was something that wasn't hard to create, but it was hard to put one back together after yours had been shattered. It was something that she knew all too well...
Always so dramatic. In truth it amused her a bit. And she knew that if this wasn't someone who Zinda had vouched for she never would be having this conversation... Well... was that actually true? She wasn't certain. But everything she'd heard, been told, told her that there was a good man in there. Someone who had been twisted and changed into something that he hadn't been. But now he was.
I don't want your life. But I know what it's like to have your life, what you know, what you are, taken from you. So, if you ever find yourself looking for a job, I may have something that would interest you. And unlike your last one? If you ever wanted to, you could say no and walk away. Just something to think about.
She wished that it was more than text based communication. Because it could have been read any way. But she wanted to help if she could. God... if Dick ever found out about this, he'd be pissed!