[Eight can see he's touched a nerve.

And when Acht brings up that fact about subconscious memories, it touches his own. His eyes go wide.]

That...I guess that makes sense. If the wanted to use my memories to string me along, they'd want to make sure I couldn't recover them on my own...

[Every detail he uncovers about Kamabo makes it worse somehow. Tartar is the closest Eight ever comes to feeling glad he killed someone. He takes a deep breath to center himself.]

The stations were tough...I never had much time to listen. But sometimes when I was taking a breather before the next section I would hear your music and it would make me feel...

I dunno. Sad, I guess. Like I knew someone else was out there but I couldn't help.