The figure took no time to think about the question, his response to be fueled by a combination of rage and confusion, like every other decision he made. "You are talking nonsense! Now FUCK OFF!" For as long as he could remember, he felt like something wasn't right in his mind. But he also felt like something wasn't right about this Dark Sincentius.
Cackling, Sincentius moved closer to the throne of human remains until he was only a few feet away from the figure, close enough for the figure to spit at, though he didn't. "You really don't remember, do you? You will though. You'll recall everything, just as you did once before! I promise you that."
The figure's black nails, claws really at that point, dug into the bones that made up the arms of the throne, leaving deep scratches, which weren't the first. "SHUT! UP! You have no idea what you're talking about!"
"It's too bad you haven't even be able to recall Angel for all this time," Sincentius continued unabated. "She was so young... so sweet... so... innocent. Well, not so innocent after we had our way with her."
A wicked smile grew on Sincentius' face as the figure's nails ground deeper into the bone, almost like nails on a chalkboard. The figure was growing more confused and, as a result, more pissed off. He didn't try to attack Sincentius however, something Sincentius had anticipated. Why attack the only possible hope of regaining your memories?
"Shall I continue?" Sincentius asked once the figure relaxed a little.
This time, it took the figure a moment to respond and it was only a single nod.