[ The way Moriarty hesitates after each time the counselor speaks makes him smile a little, amused and maybe something more, but he listens patiently, munches on a pretzel stick as a way of occupying his hand and filling the silence without interrupting. ]

I'm sure it must be distressing. To forget... to be forgotten... [ He touches the tip of his fingers to his chest, then brings it down the pretzel bag for another stick ] It hurts the heart as much as it taxes the mind, to lose so much of what's important. Before we touch upon why you are here, do you remember who you are? James Moriarty...

[ He leans forward on his knees, flipping a pretzel stick in between his fingers. ]

Are you still you, at your core?