"I know who you are," Alby repeated slowly. "Seen it. Seen everything. Where we came from, who you are. Who the girl is. I remember the Flare."
The Flare? Thomas forced himself to talk. "I don't know what you're talking about. What did you see? I'd love to know who I am." (27.32)
"Because then I could tell you all to lay off me, already. Geez."
Alby stepped up. "I'm sick of this." He pointed at Thomas's chest, almost tapping it. "I wanna know who you are, who this shank girl is, and how you guys know each other." (36.61)
Alby, we are with you, man.
Quote 6
Alby finally took a deep breath, then looked at each of them in turn. "You guys know I'm all screwed up. Seriously, I'm… sorry. I shouldn't be the stupid leader anymore." […] "Listen to me. I ain't saying we should switch or any of that klunk. I'm just saying… I think I need to let you guys make the decisions. I don't trust myself." (38.24)
When suffering from an identity crisis, it is beneficent to relinquish any leadership roles on the off chance that you might inadvertently cause someone else's death. (Rule #46 from the Dystopian Fantasy Leader rulebook)