Sam: I guess what I don't understand is why you aren't dying to know all about who you are.
Daniel: I am... and I'm not.
Sam: See, it's the "not" part that—
Daniel: What if I don't like who I was? What if I don't want to be that person? What if I don't have it in me to make up for something I've done wrong?
Daniel: I am... and I'm not.
Sam: See, it's the "not" part that—
Daniel: What if I don't like who I was? What if I don't want to be that person? What if I don't have it in me to make up for something I've done wrong?
— Stargate SG-1, "Fallen"
Edward: I can't... I can't go back, Theo. How could they do it? They say it's "humane", "merciful"... Do you know what it's like to wake up one day and discover you're a monster, a murderer?
Theo: Listen to me, Edward. We can work this out.
Edward: No, it's too late. What if... What if I had died, never knowing what I had been? How can I confess my sins to God if I don't even know what they are? The mind forgets, but the stain remains with the soul. The blood of innocent people is still on my hands. My memories are the creation of somebody else, and my soul is the soul of a killer, and everything that I have done has been a lie.
Theo: That's not true, Edward! You've helped people, cared for people.
Edward: It's not enough. Who knows what other crimes I may have committed that they never found out about? That I don't remember. I am a murderer, Theo. The sins of my former life must be atoned for. There must be justice. I know that now.
Theo: Edward... Edward! If you ask God to forgive your sins, He knows what they are, even if you've forgotten. Leave it in His hands.
Theo: Listen to me, Edward. We can work this out.
Edward: No, it's too late. What if... What if I had died, never knowing what I had been? How can I confess my sins to God if I don't even know what they are? The mind forgets, but the stain remains with the soul. The blood of innocent people is still on my hands. My memories are the creation of somebody else, and my soul is the soul of a killer, and everything that I have done has been a lie.
Theo: That's not true, Edward! You've helped people, cared for people.
Edward: It's not enough. Who knows what other crimes I may have committed that they never found out about? That I don't remember. I am a murderer, Theo. The sins of my former life must be atoned for. There must be justice. I know that now.
Theo: Edward... Edward! If you ask God to forgive your sins, He knows what they are, even if you've forgotten. Leave it in His hands.
Ling: What have you done, Greed? Are you determined to prove you're a monster? What kind of sick creature... would kill his own friend!
Greed: He wasn't my friend!
Ling: Then why do you remember him? And are you going to try and tell me Bido was making everything up?
Greed: Those are the last Greed's memories! They're not mine!
Ling: Then why are you in so much pain?
Greed: He wasn't my friend!
Ling: Then why do you remember him? And are you going to try and tell me Bido was making everything up?
Greed: Those are the last Greed's memories! They're not mine!
Ling: Then why are you in so much pain?
Rhinehart: To think, if you hadn't been frozen you'ld have been part of our war against the CIS. There wouldn't have been quite such buddy love between you then, eh?
Arris: Yeah, whoever I was I've changed.
Rhinehart: People don't change that much. Some are born wolves. Some are sheep. You might be wearing sheep's clothing, but your fangs are showing through.
Arris: Yeah, well, uh, maybe, uh, losing my memory was the best thing that could have happened to me. Its, uhm, it's given me a chance to choose who I am.
Rhinehart: God, this is becoming dangerously close to being a religious experience. Forget it. As soon as all your memories return you'll be just like you used to be, your father's son.
Arris: Yeah, whoever I was I've changed.
Rhinehart: People don't change that much. Some are born wolves. Some are sheep. You might be wearing sheep's clothing, but your fangs are showing through.
Arris: Yeah, well, uh, maybe, uh, losing my memory was the best thing that could have happened to me. Its, uhm, it's given me a chance to choose who I am.
Rhinehart: God, this is becoming dangerously close to being a religious experience. Forget it. As soon as all your memories return you'll be just like you used to be, your father's son.
Now, I'm off in search of the Purging Monument. Once I find it, everything will come back to me. Who I was, what I lived for, and what my name was. [sadly] And what... terrible grudges I held. I dunno, I just have this feeling that... that's the kind of man I was.
— Amnesiac Lapp (a.k.a. Unbreakable Patches), Dark Souls III
An elderly man was sitting alone on a dark path, right? He wasn't certain of which direction to go, and he'd forgotten both where he was traveling to and who he was. He'd sat down for a moment to rest his weary legs, and suddenly looked up to see an elderly woman before him. She grinned toothlessly and with a cackle, spoke: 'Now your third wish. What will it be?'
'Third wish?' The man was baffled. 'How can it be a third wish if I haven't had a first and second wish?'
'You've had two wishes already,' the hag said, 'but your second wish was for me to return everything to the way it was before you had made your first wish. That's why you remember nothing; because everything is the way it was before you made any wishes.' She cackled at the poor berk. 'So it is that you have one wish left.'
'All right,' said the man, 'I don't believe this, but there's no harm in wishing. I wish to know who I am.'
'Funny,' said the old woman as she granted his wish and disappeared forever. 'That was your first wish.'
'Third wish?' The man was baffled. 'How can it be a third wish if I haven't had a first and second wish?'
'You've had two wishes already,' the hag said, 'but your second wish was for me to return everything to the way it was before you had made your first wish. That's why you remember nothing; because everything is the way it was before you made any wishes.' She cackled at the poor berk. 'So it is that you have one wish left.'
'All right,' said the man, 'I don't believe this, but there's no harm in wishing. I wish to know who I am.'
'Funny,' said the old woman as she granted his wish and disappeared forever. 'That was your first wish.'
