You find him, Lexie wants to say, biting her lip with the effort it takes not to. You find him and you kill him and maybe, maybe that's okay. She can't, though. If he doesn't remember anything, then she can't tell him she knows him when he's older, knows about his future. This may not be her forté, but she's pretty sure that would screw with the space-time continuum in some pretty serious ways. If he knows now, surely it would cause trouble, even here, in a place where Mr. Sawyer has never actually been (and God, she hopes never will be, if only because she thinks Sawyer would kill him again, and she doesn't know what she'd do if anyone found out and he went to jail or something).

"I'm sorry," she says, thinking that bears saying regardless, even if she shouldn't technically know who the man he's writing to is, or what he did. "That's gotta suck."