In truth, the person Cougar should be speaking to is a priest. Even in Bolivia, he'd had one to offer confession to and had been given plenty of penance to fill. He's lost track of the rosaries he's said, but he knows they must number in the hundreds from that short stint alone.

He nods his head, his hooded eyes heavy with exhaustion from lack of sleep, but he thinks it will be good to talk to someone -- even if he doubts it will change his mind on his guilty role in some of what he's done. "What do you dream of?"