He had chosen not to answer, finding the effort disagreeable. He is tired in a way nothing can touch and his heart aches despite it not beating. But, yes, he remembers the cute young Nie. The one he had peeked at and studied whenever he was close enough to see him properly.

"You're hard to forget." his lips quirk and he stretches his neck, the black lines retreating from the skin, "I don't feel like using titles anymore. I'm dead."