Barnaby doesn't know how much he's forgotten at this point, how many memories were altered or taken away from him entirely. He doesn't know how much he can trust himself, how much he can trust his own recollection of anything from the past twenty years.

The only thing he knows, the only thing he feels absolutely certain about down to the very marrow of his bones, is that even if he can't trust himself, he can trust Kotetsu with anything. With everything.

And Barnaby has absolutely no idea how to handle that.