"Oh of course," Artemis said, continuing on what was assuredly a ridiculously dangerous path. "However I seem to remember that you had a fascination with my eyes in the earlier days our our sessions--which led me to believe, at the time, that I was in considerable danger being isolated and in your presence.

"However you're making so many excuses and explanations as to how I've come across this information, I'm hardly feeling threatened at all. Though perhaps it is because you believe me to be insane, and frankly I would have to agree with you on that point. The noise I described at our last session is coming to its peak and I can barely stand to be conscious, let alone sane.

"So, while we are operating under the assumption that I am insane and am not going to get any better soon, could we proceed under the suggestion that I can roam the hallways at night and my name is not Sean but Artemis? I spent some time as Sean, and I decided that it would be dangerous for everyone involved if I remained as Sean--given that he doesn't understand a thing of what's going on here and nearly got me, himself, Chris, Haku, and Schuldig killed.

"Therefore, I'd warn you that while I'm quite possibly getting worse in terms of my mental health and am slowly losing a grip on reality, I won't stand for any suggestions that I am Sean. Anything else, though, carry on with. I could even take more of these suggestions that you keep eyes and outdated medical books in your office purely for research."