He pulls his hand away suddenly and stands up, his back to Jean-Claude; as ever, his moods are capricious. "I'm not stupid. I think people think I am, since I'm a kid and I don't remember much." But that's a lie. Every time he looks at Jean-Claude, he gets glimpses of his life before last Thursday. They frighten him.

"I know that I can kill. I know that I'm good at it."