He didn't notice it at first.

As time went on and the mission to bring peace and order to the shattered remains of the First Ones empire stretched first years and then decades he had to inevitably repeat the process that saved his life in that plague infected laboratory so long ago.

With how many worlds & sectors he'd seen, how many beings he'd met & the sheer workload he'd taken on it was only natural he'd get one person mixed with the next or would struggle to recall if he & his Brothers had been to this particular planet before. Right? Of course!

But as those decades turned into centuries and he was forced pour himself into more and more vessels he found this issue repeating itself with greater frequency and to a worrying degree. So he decided to deal with it once and for all.

It took time to identify all his symptoms and find the accurate diagnosis (brain chemistry was never his chosen field) but eventually he found something that sounded like what had been effecting him.

It was a common affliction, seen in most sentient species throughout the universe. It had no singular source but rather could be the result of a variety of causes. Several species had found treatments to mitigate the effects....but none had found a cure!

Worse yet this cursed ailment was progressive so not only would these unseemly lapses of memory continue they would worsen as they had been.

So this was it? After all the good he'd done, all the people, entire civilizations lifted from darkness and he would be forced to watch as his own mind turned against him. Degenerating until he could not even tend to his own needs. Was this truly his destiny?

........

NO!

He would resign himself to rot away a prisoner in his own body! He had built an empire from nothing but smoldering remains, he would not be brought low by so common ailment of the mind.

HE WAS NOT SOME PLAYTHING OF FATE! HE WAS...

He was...

He was.....

Who was he?