Alias2001

Sydney Bristow:
I'm going to be alright, aren't I?

Jack Bristow:
Of course you will.

Sydney Bristow:
What if we can't make it stop?

Jack Bristow:
Shh... Don't talk... You can't imagine how much I hate it, when you talk.

Sydney Bristow:
What?

Jack Bristow:
The reason I killed your mother, I had a desperate need to make her voice stop ringing in my ears. What torments me now is that every time I look at you, I see your mothers face.

Sydney Bristow:
No... that's... that's not true, that's not.

Jack Bristow:
Sydney, listen to me, this is all going to pass.