[People forget. Humans are not equipped with photographic memory by default.]
[So, they keep momentos. They try to remind themselves of the past via looking at their old pictures, listening to old songs or simply, by talking with other people who had shared those memories.]
[By doing that, they recap their lives in the shortest amount of time. They feel nostalgic. Sometimes they feel sad, sometimes they feel emharassed.]
[But most often than not, they wish to reform it. Reform their pasts, reform their choices, reform who they are.]
[But they forget that by doing so... They erase themselves.]
[It is a foolish move, but one that is humane nonetheless.]
...
"It has been quite a while since we met, hasn't it?"
Alfred woke up to a gentle voice calling out to him.
"If we are here, does that mean our copies in the world have been destroyed?"