[... and his eyes widen, like truth—or at least a furious madman with a serrated sabre—is about to climb out of them to shame mankind....

Then he blinks, shakes his head, and it's gone. The gentle smile returns.] No, I'm sorry, this is is all very interesting—[he does not say this as if it's interesting]—but I'm meeting a friend.

It's been nice talking to you. Very strange that we look so similar. I suppose that's the many-worlds theory for you. Take care.

[He waves, and turns to head in the direction of Leblanc.]