"Yes." It comes out quiet, on the end of an exhalation. That tiredness is creeping over him again, and he moves off the wall, thinking to head towards the stairs. "It's not the Erik Lehnsherr I know. And may he never come to pass."

He takes a step or two to go past the door, arms unfolding, and there is the briefest, briefest, hesitation as his hand goes half-way out, then stops, thinking better of it.

He walks a few steps on instead, before saying, "I'm sorry I even asked in the first place." And his shoulders sag slightly. Because he could have chosen to avoid all of this, really.