"What about you?" Rosen's voice has taken on a touch of hoarseness though its regaining its original strength. One of his hands has settled at the crook between his neck and shoulder and rubs with little purpose over his collarbone, driven by some subconscious want to ease a hurt but unable to access it at its source within his chest.

"You know all of this. You've even tried to deconstruct the science behind it. You must remember at least enough to--"

To what? To observe? To effect some influence? To...?

"Are you an anomaly as well?"