He didn't have the hat then, or the lightly armoured jacket. His emaciation was more prominent, a starved waif drifting dark and fearful halls.

"You all forgot me."

It's almost like being in the cell again, all the people around them fading into the background so it's just them in this moment and she sees him.

It doesn't mean what it did then.

"I'm Cole." It's a who are you and a what are you all rolled into one. "I'm the Ghost of the Spire, the Forgotten Boy, the wish of something better than cursed and wicked and suffering.

"I'm Cole."