[For a moment he goes still. He knows certain people are dead. A cold hand closes around his heart at the thought of others being gone. What if he's the last of his city? He slowly shakes his head.]

I don't think so. I know for sure one of the people I saw is very much alive. ...and it has been years since the passing of the other. I can't speak for everyone. But, I think...

[He entrusted the world to him, he can recall it. So clearly that- He shakes his head again.]

I think they are illusions crafted to look like the memories that were stolen. But, again. That's a thought. It could be inaccurate.