It was him. Better than the alternative, but still... Kristoph would be a liar if he said he didn't feel betrayed in some manner. "How nice," he responded blandly, once again fiddling to keep his glasses up. "Then I broke down and confessed, enough to win an insanity plea."

"Was that all? Have I missed anything?" Kristoph continued. "Oh, that's right. I suppose since you've seen me at my worst, this question should hardly come as a surprise." He eyed his brother, the glint of his glasses resulting in veiled eyes. A fortunate thing for both Gavins: Kristoph would hate to make Klavier think he held any venom against his own blood. Visually, anyway.

"What is your name? I certainly don't recall you in my memories." Keep them guessing-- Keep them satisfied in their own answers. That was all the man could do at the moment.