On the topic, I truly feel for fictives who have memories of their source lives. I cannot fathom awaking one day somewhere you’re unfamiliar with, and having to face that your life, as you recall it, never happened. The trials you’ve faced, the tribulations you’ve overcome, your family, your friends— all of them real only in memory. I know that for some this can be a good thing. However, for those who had something worth missing in their former lives, I’m sorry for what you’ve lost.









