Simon stopped and lifted his horrified face to Hurley. That couldn't be. Zech would never... No. No, of course, he wouldn't. Zech had money. But... Hurley knew... He couldn't think clearly. This comment unsettled him more than any prior insult or degradation had done.

They were two different world - the world of Mr. Hurley, and the world of Zech. And there were two Simons to inhabit them. Simon survived, could bury his shame, could hope, could feel some happiness, because there were two. And he was about to shed one and live only in Zech's world. Yet suddenly one bled into the other and and stained everything it touched.

He rose. "As if," he said, his voice betraying that he was in fact disturbed by that comment. "You disgust him."

He meant to insult Hurley, to make him feel but a bit of the insecurity other people felt around him. And in its pursuit of that aim, his disoriented mind could not see what he had given away.