I don't know how I feel about the memories yet.

I know I lived those, but they seem completely disconnected events. I have a family? I have a wife and a kid? It doesn't feel real. If I have a kid why am I putting on a costume and — threatening men in sewers, or infiltrating organizations and being tortured.

I mean, I know why, I was protecting my family and my friend.

But it feels unreal.

Which is to say I don't know if I'm uncomfortable with it.