He's too mentally exhausted to be annoyed by this joke. Also, it does remind him of arguably a better time in his life. However, he was a different man, still human, still flawed. He wonders, with a glance to the photo of the family he had come from, if Albert Winters (if that was the first name his parents gave him) would have giggled at it. In between lay Progenitor, the gasoline poured onto the fire of the cold anger already kindled there.

"Or you are consumed by it," he suggests. "If I was better clued in, I could compare myself to Scar, only less willing to end his more-favored sibling, but keeping the British accent.

The brooding closes in again "It may be too late for the child I was, but is the hour passed for the man I have become?"