They're not false memories. There's a suit of armor in my room. I know when I acquired it. This entire room, it's not the one I was in aboard the Andromeda. The main room is a cabin I've shared with Braxiatel. I recognize the scent of the woman on this scarf, and somehow I know it's an offense to the very universe that I can't remember her name right now.

Whatever I am right now, I should be this person. [And it's bothering him that he's not. He's displaced in his own skin, moreso than usual.]