Brett's face flashed an expression of confusion at her response. His quest to discover who he was before he died overtook his drive to complete his mission. He practically allowed her to hit him in the stomach doubling him over, before he regaining his composure and stared at her, his cold, almost mechanical eyes almost analyzing her emotion as she spoke.
[color=0054a6]"I admit, I don't know who he is. But I know I am him."[/color] A flash of sadness crossed his face as he got into a more intimidating, confident stance and pointed in her direction. [color=0054a6]"You will tell me who he is and then you will come with me."[/color] He demanded.