"Prove it to me," Anders said bluntly, reaching out to grab him by the arm even though he halfway wanted to flinch away. Stupid impulse -- he knew damn well who he was dealing with, but his stupid reflexes just weren't quite convinced yet. "That you're really not that guy. I don't expect you to be the perfect hero . . . never have. I don't forget what you are. But you tell me. Show me, because I can't prove it to myself."