[ A slow smile grows on his face, evidently pleased with that answer and the conviction with which it is said. ]

That's right. You are James Moriarty. No matter what you experience or what you remember- or are made to remember- that does not change that fact. Do not let anybody take that away from you.

[ He lifts the pretzel stick, draws a circle in the air in front of him where Moriarty sits. ]

Can you answer me now? Why are you here? What are you meant to do?