So what? That doesn't mean shit. I just spent the better part of the day up against terrorist magicians who know what I look like. It's a lot easier to believe one of them set something up after locating me once the final commotion blew over and —

[yeah, he knows he's reaching here, but he's forcing himself to keep up the facade]

I can't just accept that this is it. That I hit the end. Not like this.