...A lot of things, honestly. In the end... I didn't really know what the truth of the situation was at all. How much of what I remember is real, how much is at least based on reality, how much of it is completely fabricated... Some of the things I was told were fictional were clearly real.

[ 'Things,' or people. ]

Supposedly, my family and friends I remembered outside the killing game never existed, but what if that was a lie, too...?

[ He sighs. ]

Even if it wasn't... Maybe it would have been better to know, either way? I'm not sure. I think... in the end, I'm probably happier like this, though.