Basil stared at his folded hands for a long moment, uncertain of how to respond to her words; he was surprised that she was actually capable of displaying genuine empathy, but, well, he didn't know if he believed her. Jace had gone as far as to threaten to kill him when he'd discovered the truth. How else was Basil supposed to take that?

	Finally, though, he sighed and said, "I...I remember my father as being my own. I remember being so sick after the...the [i]accident.[/i] But more than anything else, I remember all of the time that Jace and I spent together as we grew up; the good times and the bad." He shook his head. "Then I just have to stop and think, 'These aren't even my memories. That wasn't me, was it? I'm just a heap of metal that managed to take his place.' I'm fine with Jace hating me, but I just don't want that--that to affect what he thinks of Basil. I don't want this new body of mine to ruin the person that he once knew."