[ Brow furrowing, Gideon tilts his head slowly, debating how to answer her further -- if he does. It's a dilemma, and as he mulls his fingers idly drum his unfeeling thigh. There's no reason to keep it secret, though -- really, all that does is hurt him further -- except for his own dignity and sense of privacy.

Slowly, words carefully enunciated, he says: ]

He tried to remake me into someone else. The Chesapeake Ripper is a man of many faces, but none that belong to myself. However... [ He pauses. ] For some time I had been led to believe otherwise.