Responsive

"I came to kill you," U told him.

Tate considered this. "How interesting, Boris. And why would you want to do that?"

U looked at him with unwavering eyes. "I don't think you'd understand."

"Daresay I wouldn't."

U looked down at the book in his hands. "My mind isn't right. It's all too confusing, unreal. I feel lost."

Tate took a step toward him, caught a sharp glance of warning; so he held his ground. "You need to rest," he suggested.

U held the book in front of him. "I need an answer to the night," U insisted.