[ He just gives her the flattest stare he can manage, which isn't that difficult at the moment. ] I don't think I can regret anything more than I already do. Just admit it already: you think I don't make sense. And you're probably thinking I'm insane.

[ He thinks he's insane, and there's so many layers that he hasn't even begun to think about, let alone unpack about his regrets and everything else. ]

Fate? Ha. [ He laughs, and it's a dry, raspy sound. He knows it can't be fate or coincidence or anything random. He did it. Wake was desperate. He would try just about anything if it gave even the slightest chance or opening for him to find is way out. Perhaps Wake didn't mean to do it, but the deed was done. The narration buzzes in his head again and he tries to swat it away with the hand that's still holding the thermos he hasn't opened.

Too late, he realizes that Jesse is still there, and that she most likely saw him swat at empty air. He coughs and frowns, because the rasp in his voice isn't simply because he's forgotten the taste of water. But rather than focus on yet another thing he needs to face, he focuses on Jesse again and on her reaction to him saying what he knows about her. ]

From Ordinary, but not ordinary. You're anything but. [ Don't ask him how he knows that, or how he can speak about that so confidently. Faden was made for this. ] You're not crazy. How do I know that?

[ He points to himself. He's crazy. He jumps at shadows and hears his own voice narrating his actions in his head. How is that anything but crazy?

But then she points out that it's his turn to ask a question, and there's only one thing- one person he can ask about right now. ]

Alice. Do you know where she is? [ Is she alright? ]