Disclaimer: See Prologue.
"I asked about you during the interrogation, you know. But they never told me anything about you."
"I'm not going to either. There is nothing about me that concerns you."
"Of course it doesn't. I mean, honestly, it's not as though I've been locked in a cell for the better part of a year being interrogated with questions that all appear to revolve around you." He looked at her. "You're all anyone talks about, but no one seems to know why."
"You're a clever boy, Julian. Why don't you figure it out?"
"I tried to when your Agent Vaughn was beating my head against the wall. I've given up on that particular pastime, thank you."
"He shouldn't have done that. It's not government sanctioned."
"Yes, well, we all do things we're not supposed to, don't we, Sydney? You become a double agent and take down SD-6. I make one mistake and get imprisoned. It's the way of the world."
"What mistake did you make, Sark?"
"A bloody foolish one. My back was to the wall, and I made a bargain with the CIA. I suppose I thought they would be lenient at the time, as I did give them information as to the whereabouts of a certain Arvin Sloane."
"Nothing excuses the atrocities you've done."
"I've assassinated leaders of multiple terrorist organizations! I should be given a bloody medal for what I've done."
"And all before the age of thirty?" she answered wryly. "I'm impressed."
He shrugged. "I've always been ambitious."