What makes you think Warwick is a synth? What makes you think I'm a synth, unless talking--pretty overtly, I'll add, it's not much of a secret when we're in the middle of a goddamn open field--is what counts as evidence these days. In which case every passerby who does business here is suspect.

[Sutton can't possibly know that they sought out Cedric. No one but Warwick knew they'd been told about him. It must be Sutton's paranoia talking.]