That's a long and complicated drawn-out story that even I don't completely understand, but you say you're here under the guise of losing your family to a fire in Atlanta. You're an orphan, you see. [ He steps up next to her, watching the scene before her, whispering in her ear. ] That wasn't a lie, by the way.

[ It's these little moments, the twist of the knife he can't help, knowing she'll probably regain these memories in due time. ]