Oh, I think I know better than to tell you everything. [If he can help it.] I could have seen her at any time. Perhaps even after my recovery! And yet, I lurk in shadow until I can strike.

[It's unintentional, but even remotely mentioning it brings a flash of the pain attached, part of his skull damaged beyond what his body could ever possibly repair on his own. Missing teeth, sagging face, a fit of metal, a glimpse of scar tissue.]

Why do you suppose, James? Do you think you can glean this information from a broken man's thoughts?