"I was here for that," Rukia nods, feeling that this information at least isn't the sort that should be kept secret or to a select few. If the majority of people ever want to be able to make it back home, or even want to reliably stay in the city without being removed like so many of the Darrow residents were, then the dissemination of knowledge seems to be the best bet for keeping one another safe. "It's as you said. At first, it was just a few of us, people who arrived remembering completely lives from other worlds, dimensions, homes... to an essentially vacant city, not capable of running itself in the slightest. Then, come summer, everyone else started to filter in with memories that conflicted with our own. It was pretty unnerving."