Give me one good reason why I should. [He's smiling in theory, but not in practice.] First you kill me, and now you're trying to get dirt on me. I don't feel much call to be even-tempered with you.

It seems that somehow I've been denied the capacity to telepathically wipe your mind clean of whatever you think you gleaned last night, so I'm forced to handle this the old-fashioned way. You never saw that boy. He never existed. And if you don't induce yourself to forget everything you think you know about him, I will rip your brain apart from the inside out.

[There's no subtlety to Schuldig today, no mockery or smugness. This is all pure, wild fury.]