Perhaps the legends are based on creatures like me. He nodded, forgetting I couldn't see him. It didn't matter. His hands fumbled helplessly with his crucifix, as I gently erased the memories from his mind. Oh, I couldn't get them all.
Memory is instant and everywhere, the tiniest bit in everything.
Holographic, is the new word. But memories are filed in different places. I definitely fell into the latter category. Whatever identity I'd fought for and maintained, during my abstinence was long gone. I had dozens.