Is he? Alive? At this point, Will's last coherent memory before waking up naked in the forest is tumbling towards what could only be certain death in the frigid waters of the Atlantic ocean. Now he's here, being given the third degree by--what, his fucking clone? Is this supposed to be a convincing argument in favour of his still being alive?

Well, with that in mind--

"Do you want what's on my birth certificate or where I was last registered to vote? You need to back off." He could dial back the terrified sarcasm, but he won't, not when he's not convinced any of this is even real. "I taught at Quantico, not that it's any of your business."