As he listened to her speak of his project, a rather fascinating one at that, because that was what this was all about, wasn't it? The why magic existed, did a pureblood have the potential to be powerful than a muggleborn because of all that history or did it boggle a person down? At it's root is a a research project that dig into their reason for being and had dozens of applications that people could slant to be 'good' or 'evil,' which where perfectly inappropriate and limited views to assign knowledge.
"Does that mean you also have my original memories of my research?" It probably wasn't the immediate response she would have expected, but it was the first thing he vocalized. There was so much he could do. If he had what he did during the war, and perhaps even access to a squib that he could dissect some. He had to have been close if he was moving beyond theoretical and bringing test subjects into his research.
"I mean the nature of that work, the implications..." He stood up from his chair, needing to move. Eli had been expecting it to be so much worse and okay, it was worse because his father had taken the fall for what he did. "Although really do you think I would have allowed them to send me to Azkaban? That I didn't have my own fail safes in place? Do you honestly think I would be that reckless, Samara?"
"And more importantly, it's been five years, nearly half of which my father has been dead." Although crazy long before then. Eli paused then. "My father went mad because of me, well, it we're going to be technical about it, because of you. What were you thinking? Did you imagine you were protecting me from something? From myself?"