Oh, if only we could be so blessed as to forget our actions!

Alas, no.

We felt a deep compulsion to fulfill various roles, as if assigned to them for some grand stage performance. Fulfilling these roles meant dividing ourselves into factions and fighting one another.

When our minds were again our own we recalled it all in vivid detail. Quite upsetting, that. Some poor souls are still navigating the trauma of having murdered their friends.