He fights the urge to back up; there isn't any room for that anyway. It's different, it's different, it's different. Stop that.

This isn't the first time he's seen Cesar's face since the kidnapping. But that had been the network. That had been distant. Safe. Now they're alone in the same room. This isn't the double; he knows that. Logically, he should be perfectly secure. He isn't.

Nothing about his expression changes. And his voice comes out flat. "I know who you are, Cesar."

No elaboration, no introduction. He probably should have done at least one of those.