Ex-fucking-scuse me? Accidentally telepathically blasted to the people physically present. Most of Togusa's questions had surrounded the people that Retrospec had let go. There's not much Maurice could have said that would have gotten to Togusa faster than that.

Breathe. "You mean- the people you've released? Tim Drake, Luke Triton, Gentiana Illyria." Focus. His voice is barely staying in control. Teeth grit tight to keep himself from yelling. "What do you mean re-written?" They'll never answer, but damn it, Togusa is asking anyway.