These visions...yes, these are my friend's memories. They have grown faint with the loss of their owner's identity, but they have not yet dissipated completely.
And what is this...? Yes, they still have memories of me. Dim as they are, they now serve to remind me of who I, myself, once was...
And yet, as the memories come together...the identity that is Boph-bookh begins to flicker and waver. Yes, I must speak the final words that will become my epitaph while I am able. Fortunately, there is someone here who will remember them for me.
In my final moments, I must define myself. I would call myself a realist. Others would call me a coward. Which am I to believe as I become one with the void? And in the end...does it matter?
Yes, that should do. That said, I feel...most peculiar. I am not of one mind, now, but two. In truth, I am not even sure those words I recited were my own.
All I know is that these words reflect the me that exists now, for I─standing before you─did recite them. And even if one day my identity should dissipate, these words will remain with you as a vestige of what I once was.
That is of some comfort to me, for no one should be forgotten─even if they forget themselves. I hope your own memories will live on long within you, and within those who have shared this existence with you.