"Especially not then," he said, his voice quiet and firm on that point. He leaned against the armchair in a forced casual pose.
He frowned, thinking. He didn't like the way his explanation would sound outloud. "There are.. different parts of me, Carrie." All of the memories, all of the different lives he'd led. He spoke slowly. "I think a part of me--a part I wish I didn't have--took over."