There's a nostalgia in this, especially with how many times Armand would simply appear in the city Daniel was in, and take him back to a fancy hotel, or a cheap motel, or somewhere he'd bought that fell in between. It's almost romantic, even.

He feels the grip tighten, but genuinely cannot imagine why. "It's easier to think of them as different people. For one, the memories aren't as strong as they used to be. On purpose," he admits, seeing as he's been quite cautious to do so, to prevent his own mind from fracturing. "And because when I lost my maker, I no longer felt like Amadeo."

And what was Rashid? "Rashid was protection," he admits. "I wasn't sure if you would recall me. I needed to make sure you didn't."