He knew she didn't. He knew, and could feel it now. He could also feel her fear at losing him, and that hurt. She shouldn't fear the loss of something as broken as he was. Why work so hard to bring him back? To what end?

Luke stopped, not turning to her but letting her catch up.

"I'm sorry," he said gruffly. "I guess I don't take kindly to being reminded I'm either wrong or a liar. But you're right--I can't run from you on this island. And I can't run from... the truth inherent in the question."

He looked over at her, blue eyes sad, but warm. Not closed off, or cold.

"But you'll have to forgive an old man for not enjoying the reminder. The lesson is done for today. Not... forever."

It was just too much. She had to understand that.