[ He's no stranger to being yelled at for past wrongs or in this case, future wrongs. Yelled at, slapped, insulted, he's run the gamut. It hardly phases him. He's more curious what he's supposedly done, or about to do. But with a different face? Now that's a curiosity. ]

It did have to be me eventually, I suppose. One way or another, it always has to be us at least some of the time. Or most of the time. Definitely never not none of the time. What did I do, exactly?

[ He always has to be careful with timelines and knowledge of the future, but this seems...harmless enough. For now. ]