Oh, good. It was like dealing with Diego, only slightly less prone to stabbing. Hopefully, anyway. Luther hadn't seen much violence from Ronan, and their one encounter had been entirely mutual- Ronan wanted to blow off steam, Luther didn't mind indulging an untrained sparring partner. It wasn't like a few punches could hurt him.
This version seemed a hell of a lot more angry. Luther couldn't figure out why, but supposed it wasn't his business. Hostility was nothing new aimed his way. His family had nastier conversations on the average day.
"I told you everything I know," he informed, mildly. "Sometimes people are here, they leave, and they don't remember being here. It looks like that happened to you. Don't ask me how or why. I can't explain anything that goes on here."