Now that was the way to think. Even knowing this Daniel had encountered the clones and somehow lived afterwards was a change, meaning Vlad was, from the moment he began this odd conversation, genuinely not the Vlad Plasmius who had done those acts, and therefore not guilty of them. True, it was hair-splitting that the boy himself wouldn't get, but encouraging his thoughts a little that way would be an excellent move.

And no idiot father Jack Fenton here, only Vlad to look out for the helpless boy in these strange circumstances...

"It seems likely," Vlad agreed, nodding. "After all, even a small change in time can create a new world. There may be other differences between our memories that we simply have yet to discover. For..."

And then the one person in this institute that he knew was standing on the table and shouting. Vlad glanced over at Kittan, then winced a little and ducked his head down, hoping the man wouldn't look his way before someone got Kittan calmed. So much for the man's possible sanity, then.

And honestly, such language, around women and children no less. He ought to be embarrassed at himself.