[He leans back a bit at that, offering another of those dismissive little handwaves.]

It's less that I don't believe it, and more that I don't see any point in caring. Say that these memories are mine, from some sort of past life - might I ask what I'm supposed to do about any of it?

According to everyone here, the world we're discussing is long-dead. That's hardly something I see a need to care about. My world is here.