Thanks. [ Which is a relief, to him. The only other person he's told anything about this is Ginger, and even then, not quite in this way. He isn't sure if Ginger has managed to draw the lines between the dots presented, now that he's thinking about it. ]

...Malice, can you imagine what it'd be like if everyone forgot 'bout you? Everyone who's ever loved you, hated you, dearest friends and despised enemies, everythin' else in between. Just suddenly, out of nowhere, every tie you had to the rest of the world gettin' snipped [ He makes a scissoring motion with one hand, for emphasis ] like it's nothin'?