[ Kate wants to flinch, but she feels nothing as the needle sinks into her hand. She watches for a moment, and then lifts her eyes to William. ] I want to be left out of that. If it becomes necessary at some point, important to understanding what's going on, then maybe. But for now, one hundred percent confidential.

[ She fixes him with a serious look for a long moment, and then whether he accedes under her attention or stays quiet, she assumes from what he's already said that he's agreed to it. She looks back to her hand, the needle sticking out between her fingers. ]

I can't lie about certain things. If someone asks me a question and I try to lie, I physically can't do it. It's not guilt or that I'm bad at it, the words just don't come out no matter how hard I try. I haven't figured out all the specific parameters but it definitely started at that same time.