He shrugs wryly, an admission that he does indeed know that story. It's common enough knowledge that he didn't even need to do anything special. Iman's not one of the secretive ones. "Well, you've bounced back." And so has he, he supposes.

"I don't...this is where it gets weird, for me. Time things, y'know; I don't remember it all too clearly." He'd gotten close enough now and again to get ideas of other timelines, perhaps, resets where other things had happened. Maybe they were true memories; maybe only musical echoes. "I got caught up in the loops, with him and his friends. I didn't even know they existed until it was too late. They wanted me to help them get it right - they'd been at it a while." They probably hadn't been quite sane for a long time before he entered the picture. People weren't really meant to go through time like that, he thinks.