What, exactly, did he say to you during your encounter in the basement?
*clams up abruptly (wow, he walked right into that one, huh?), tapping his fingers on his leg for a full ten or fifteen seconds before he opens his mouth again* *tonelessly, mechanically* Blah blah "revenge" blah blah "pain" blah blah blah "incapable of picking on somebody my own size." Everything I remember was in my report. I don't recall ever being confused, or giving in. *pauses to shove down a particularly painful memory (come on, Ehtello, just say the words that are in the report)* I fought back. *absently reaches up and tugs at the collar of his shirt* I injured him.