Jake's POV
The wave of waking memories hit me like a freight train made of every story ever told.
One second I was watching the refugees fight the Weaver's control. The next, I was experiencing the memories of every character who'd ever been "fixed" by cosmic editing.
Jake-me remembers being simplified from a complex person with doubts into a confident hero. Thomas-me remembers being changed from a lonely woodsman into a cheerful guardian. But that wasn't all.
I could feel thousands of other edited figures suddenly remembering who they'd been before their stories got "improved." A villain who'd originally been a heartbroken father. A love interest who'd started as an independent scientist. A comic relief figure who'd been a serious philosopher.
"Make it stop!" I screamed, clutching my head as conflicting memories flooded through me.
