She grunted hard when he slammed her against the wall and lifted her hands to grab onto his wrists, holding tight. "It's your memories! Epsilon is your memories and Delta is your logic! You agree with what he says, most of the time, don't you? Because he's you! Omega was your rage, your anger-- Sigma was your creativity. They're all pieces of you. You're incomplete but you don't know it, because you can't remember anything more. You can't remember what Epsilon does."