[....][He straightens up a little, still close but not so pressing, maybe accepting those words, though it only ends up that he voices the other thought along with that.]
You're different though. Even from that. [Aren't you? Isn't it funny that right as he says that it feels like he can't even really recall what he looked like then either. Maybe he's wrong. Maybe he doesn't know the person he was fighting, or the one standing in front of him at all. What the fuck is going on.]