[So it's not as if you never existed... it's as if someone else did the things you did, said the things you said, and helped the people you helped. The last part really hits hard, and in this totally hypothetical situation, Malice can see where someone would be deeply upset by having their impact, their presence, their being completely erased.]

That sounds... painful. Painful beyond words, really. Not only have they all forgotten, but every part of you's neatly covered up by someone or somethin' else.

[He glances up towards the ceiling, folding his good arm over his bad one.]

An' I'm guessin' there's no way to just... reverse it or undo it? In this hypothetical situation.