"All right, sir. Retrieving inventory data. Data extraction complete. Audio data only; unable to reconstruct a physical simulation."
"Play it."
"Mr. Stark, could you do me a favor?"
Leo's voice rang out in the basement once again.
Tony's body trembled slightly, and his mind immediately returned to the time he had spent with Leo.
"Oh, why would you think I'd help you? Why don't I go help those homeless people on the street instead?" Tony's mocking voice came through.
Hearing his own words from back then, Tony felt a little embarrassed.
"I think you have a lot of questions you want to ask me, right? This counts as a trade, doesn't it?"
"What else do you know?"
"Too much. Apart from your past, I also know your future. You can get the answers to many questions from me, but you'll have to pay a price. Still, I believe you're willing to, aren't you?"
Tony furrowed his brows. "Strange. Leo seems to know a lot, but there's also a lot he doesn't know. Is there some flaw in his abilities?"
"Okay, great. What do you want?"
"Metal. I want high-quality metal, preferably..."
"J.A.R.V.I.S., not this part. Skip ahead. I remember it was something about Yinsen."
Tony spoke directly.
After a burst of static—
"...but I only know about some of the more important and meaningful things. Yinsen meant a great deal to you, so I know about him."
"As for Yinsen, what else do you know? Did he have any family?"
"Yinsen never lied to you. His family really did die at the hands of those people. He left without regrets. No, that's not quite right. Perhaps his regret was that he never got to see you with his own eyes!"
Leo's somewhat childish voice came through the speakers.
Tony unconsciously