[He can't help but wince a little as Art turns to him, getting a good look at him and really -- when has he ever seen Art like this, less-than-composed and without that polite, cool front he so likes to display? To be honest, he can't remember. But it's the tone, above all, that gets to him. He makes a frustrated noise, biting on the lollipop (when did he put it in his mouth? he can't remember) and it snaps with a loud crack.]
I know, I know! [He runs a hand through his hair, the ends standing up like charged with static electricity.] I know, Art, this isn't exactly a walk in the park for me, either, you know?
Who would've thought I'd come here and meet the past you? It's not like there's a manual for this kind of thing. [It's not like he can tell you what actually happens. Would you even believe him? He doesn't need an answer for that: telling you, now, that your main goal is to kill Nice? Yeah, right.]
[Even if that isn't an answer, doesn't tell you anything about the Minimum, the future... at least it's more than clear he's being completely serious about this.]