Ah. This is familiar. This is a reflection in a different light, coming from another mirror. There perhaps does not exist a way for Neil to explain that. To express that to another man's satisfaction.

It hardly matters, though. That kind of thing, regardless of the form, cannot be adequately compared. Therefore, he will focus on something else-- He will address the other statements given.

"I don't think you're lying to me." Belief exists in a place that does not have a time or a name, but lies have no place in this moment. In this room. His hand drops to the space beside him. "There's nothing like that here."

There is only evidence to the contrary. No one could possibly lie when they talk and look like Alex Seattle Geer does right now.