[...Why are you like this.]

...I can't be sure. I haven't been able to work out how I felt toward the man back then, in all the memories I've had involving him. It's...conflicting, for lack of a better term, though I remember being vaguely pleased to see him when it turned out to be him in the fog.

[...]

The fight I remembered was also...strange, along those lines.

[...was...was he into sergei? he has no idea but he thinks he might have been into sergei. um.]