Great. Now she was repeating him, which was a lot less reassuring than he might have thought.

"Look," he said, stepping around so she'd face him again. "Who are you? What is this?"

He knew who she was, he told himself. She was Diana. She meant something. He'd just forgotten. But he refused to believe it, because there was no way that the memories teasing at the edge of his consciousness were real. Years he'd just... missed? Forgotten?

It was just more torture. Just Lucifer, or Michael even, trying to convince him he was crazy.