Well, these memory works like that, I suppose. Knowledge from previous memories fills in context for the new memories. I have memories of some man my other self knew, and while I really couldn't say who or even what he was, I know that he was something of a friend of mine.

[He sort of lingered on the word 'friend', and it sounded kind of funny as the word passed his lips. For some reason, 'friend' seemed like a strong word to use there, though he knew that it was certainly the right word. There was no doubt in his own mind that the nature of their relationship had been one of friendship... but his 'other self' would have never defined it as such.]

But right, no, trust me. Samael and Azrael would be no friends to you. That is, to assume they are real, of course...

[Because they weren't real, of course...]