He sets down his mug of tea before crossing his arms over his chest.

"You realize you owe me nothing, yes?" Artemy says, and it's so painfully honest of him, "You clearly are not that person, and do not wish to be that person anymore. What you do going forward matters more than the past."

The irony of him speaking of the past being irrelevant isn't lost on him, as someone who feels chained to his own past. He hopes she won't point out his blatant hypocrisy.

"... Do you just need someone to share in your guilt, to hold it with you?" Artemy asks sincerely. That's something he can do, at the very least.