Omi was so glad for the way Robin dealt with responding-- quick, honest, and with not a sliver more attention to it than was absolutely necessary-- that he couldn't mind the derogatory comment that came with it. So Robin saw his past, too. That Schuldig. Of course he wouldn't care anything for the privacy of others' thoughts or feelings or memories. Omi might have wondered where that really left him with his caped companion, but the message so far seemed to be the boy himself didn't know.

"Two on one isn't fair play either," he said mildly, in reference to the means of his capture. He felt too awful to be upset about it now, and wasn't clear-headed enough for any idea of a counterargument to the idea he was brainwashed, though he still didn't think that was true. He had chosen this... hadn't he? Yes, Omi was sure he had. He chose it every time, because it was unconscionable to sit back and do nothing while innocent people died at the hands of monsters. Even if it damned him in the process. He believed in Weiss.

"What makes you say that? That I was--" He couldn't finish that sentence either. "You have frames of reference?"

Omi was genuinely curious about this. If it wasn't true, then there had to be some faulty reasoning, or some missing facts, to Robin's perspective. And if it was true... not that it was... Omi wanted to know what made it so.

But brainwashing was such a harsh word. His uncle had saved him...