He nods, not quite looking at Professor Rammsteiner. He's done wrong; he knows that. He just doesn't particularly regret it. He did what he had to.

(No, he didn't have to do what he did. But he was too arrogant, too hungry for knowledge, and now he's in over his head, unsure of how to escape from the situation or if he even really wants to.)

"I was," he says, keeping his distance now that the floodgates have been opened. He doesn't want to force his presence in Professor Rammsteiner, not anymore. "I was the one who erased your memories. How much dso you remember now?"