[ A part of him is offended that she'd even consider he might be captured, but then again, most of them were. Either caught alive and rotted in jail, or caught dead, preferring their own way out rather than risk prison time. He never really thought about which way he'd take, primarily because he knew he'd never be caught.

The only outward sign of any displeasure is the way her recorder stops moving in his hand, suddenly gripped a little tighter. ]

I was never caught. People caught on. [ He watches the way she's holding his knife, just in case she decides there's worth in risking a stab. Or running like hell. ] Little details, being unavailable at a time I should have been around, knowing a little too much ... but as soon as people started connecting the dots, I'd leave. There was never any solid evidence I didn't leave by choice.

[ Not that he always left when he was ready, but there's no point in letting Zarina know that. ]