Perhaps new memories can be made, for some. For these people I'm aware that it's a possibility. But they've still lost everything, and who are any of us to know how much meaning these people attributed to the things they have lost? You can't know that they would not wish for death, and now they're beyond asking. On top of which, even should new memories form, they have to live with the knowledge that they'd once been something else, were used for a purpose that may revolt them. I can only see it as a cruelty.

And I know, for myself, that death would be preferable.

[But then, his memories - bleak as they are, cruel as they are - are the only thing that has ever belonged to him. His life is not his own, and so it has no great importance, but those fleeting moments of feeling as though there were people to whom he mattered-- they're everything.]