He seemed to have it in his head that my family were the only ones who could stop him. [He doesn't actually say "good grief", but the vibe is there in the way he briefly, slowly closes his eyes.] I don't know if he was right or if it was just a coincidence that I was strong enough to beat him. Doesn't change the fact that I did.

[It still doesn't feel real sometimes, what he did that night. He hasn't stopped time since Cairo, hasn't had much cause to push himself at all, and that makes it all feel more like an extended fever dream than the truth of the world, but he knows nothing else makes sense.]