"Yeah, we're going to be heading back. No. No don't listen to it." Again he reached up, made Liquid look at him.

"You pretended to be me when I was older. Can you tell me about myself?"

It was just a way to distract him. And out of curiosity. "Come on. Do an impression of my voice. I want to hear it."

Yes, this was creepy. He knew it was. Listening to the man that ordered your death, or does one day, and impersonated you to get to someone close. He hated the notion, hated that his image was used that way. But he had to clamp down on the hatred, and bury it in a place that made his chest hurt.

He would at least stay here until just before the transport was due to leave, though.