[Schuldig's expression, as he listens to Edward, shifts from vicious to merely unreadable. Whether this is an improvement is almost impossible to say, not without knowing what's going on in his head.] You can't hate someone you don't know. And don't presume that you know how I feel, Nigma.

[Nonetheless, he seems to have...throttled back. Whether it's due to anything Edward said, or the effort he's making, or for mysterious reasons of his own, is very much up in the air.] And there is no 'maybe'. No 'perhaps'. What little you think you know about me is a candle in a cathedral, and you shouldn't even have that.

But get this through your head. Any epiphanies you believe you've had, any compassion you've started to feel, any understandings you think you've come to in regards to that boy...forget them. He's a ghost, and one that has nothing to do with me. I don't want to be associated with him, and - as you may have noticed - he bears no resemblance to me at all.