I understood, watching him move through that room, that I had never truly been in danger of catching him in a lie.

He felt no danger, because he felt no lie.

And I understood, too, that this was precisely why I could not fight him with feeling, with confrontation, with the raw human appeal of how could you. You cannot shame a man who cannot feel shame.

You can only take away the thing he wants, in a way he cannot undo, and let him find out he has lost.

Which is what I had already done.