I ... am. [ There's clearly some hesitation, a rare thing for her. ] This new set of memories is ... throwing me.

[ A difficult thing to admit and to a stranger but perhaps she's really that thrown. Or maybe her far more social and extroverted Aerie self is influencing her all the time now. ]

No, they are dead. The memories of every leader of my people continue to the new one. We live forever in the mind.