One's ability to assist, or move forward, is not rooted in memory. Do you ... truly ... believe if you lacked memory of this place, you would not feel compelled to offer a hand to those precious to you? Surely the heart is stronger than that.

[Such a mild tone. It's easy to see the play of doubt and worry, buried briefly by what seems to be indignation .. but likely not genuine. Xemnas' smile is faint and humorless.]

Who is Lea? Doe she or he speak of the future, or of the present?