"No, you're not. You just didn't expect me to be here."

Carter remains impassive at Eliot's outburst, at least on the surface. His eyes lose a bit of that cool, burning as he glares at him, revealing some of that old hurt underneath.

"Oh yeah, I could tell when you saw me. What did you think happened, Eliot? That I got killed sometime over the years? I don't blame you. It's what should have happened. But it didn't."

Carter circles him, taking another sip of his drink.

"Is that what you've been telling yourself all these years? That you've been saving me?"