Her hand on my shoulder catches me short, and I turn to face her, trying to school my expression as best I can, pointless as it is by this point. My face could be as blank as my mask right about now and it wouldn't matter, not when my body language is all but screaming.

"He was talking to himself. And not... Not like I talk to myself, but like he was honestly expecting someone else to answer. He's not pretending anymore, Mary Jane. Whatever he's been working on all this time, I think it's ready."