You do. Are. Be... being. You talk lots. Ask lots.

( It's almost as if Mr. Eames has lulled himself into the gentle rhythm of self-deception, and he's pleased now, contorting himself around the new reality he has created for his own purpose.

But he keeps talking. )

They say Quicksilver's an honest man. Fair. ( And mutinously hesitant: ) Or was, when was their marbles nice and still in his head. When he hadn't him his... ( All but spat: ) Ghosts.

( But this is hardly the shadow of the man they have before them now. )