Of course not. But only fools rush off to die without properly preparing first--especially since we're not exactly the way we usually are.

[And by that he means he can't just terminator the shit out of everything endlessly the way he now remembers. There's also no Nanatusaya to call, whatsoever--which is a damn fucking shame. That sword would have made mince-meat of those fucking black blobs.

Kira fishes into the back pocket of his pants and pulls out his smart phone.]

Think about it. When the hell did all of this start happening in the firs place--the headaches, the ominous feeling, our real names coming back to us?