What are you saying? Of course it matters. Some other version, but you still remember? So isn't it the same as yourself?

[He huffs a little, squeezing that hand before he drops it so that he can finish putting on his clothes. Button his pants, grab his shirt—]

This is the fifth time I've been kidnapped already, though I'll call it the third time I've switched worlds that I can recall. There have been countless people who have forgotten me, so I won't settle for forgetting something myself. It's there, in pieces, so over time, we can—

[Well, he was going to continue his little speech, but something hits the side of the ship and jolts everything pretty roughly.]