"I remembered everything," Wrath says, and he is thankful for this. This village should be thankful for this. He cannot imagine believing he had lived a mortal life, experiencing that. It is what happened to Emilia in their own world. She was trapped in the Shifting Isles. She believed she lived through an entire life as a mortal, believed she was mortal, forgot him and forgot herself.

"I only thought our group had stayed longer than we had." Then a softer admittance- one he only makes because it's Five: "I do not want to imagine believing I had lived an entire mortal life here."

It is not something Wrath can wrap his head around - every aspect of mortality is impossible to understand. He was never a child. He has never grown. He has always been like this. The only changes that ever occurred for him, an eternal being, was when he chose to fell and became a demon instead of angel, when he was cursed and lost his wings, when he fell in love with the Goddess of Fury and then when he fell in love with her again (mortal as she was), when he lost Emilia and was made to forget that loss despite his desperate attempts to remember.

But mortals change so much in their short lives, mortals have families, mortals are weak. He cannot imagine it.