Conan makes an odd kind of sound as he finds Gin's hand dangerously close to his throat-threatening to choke the life right out of him. He opens his mouth to speak, his ability to lie has been greatly compromised due to the numb feeling in his mind the cold is bringing.

"Th-Th-" He shivers hard.

No, no-no...! The memory slips too far beyond reach as Conan desperately tries to recall that night-that case. Unfortunately the only thing he can remember about it now is running up the tower. "I-I...I c-can't... can't remember."