Yes. I failed. I failed, just as I failed to be their friend. It bothers me immensely, the memory of having my mind taken over beyond my control. The whole time, I could only act under another's command, and I was fully aware of what I was doing. Fully aware and unable to control anything that was happening. I loathed Cecil in that moment, and I just... I did everything I could to oppose my allies, fighting against them, stealing from them, doing everything that I was told. I broke out of control, only to be taken under again.

I still can't face my friends, these days. I haven't been home in months because I swore to defeat this inner darkness of mine. I have no idea if I'll ever see them again, at this point, since, well, before coming here... I ended up pulled into another war, first. [He's not quite done, and is just so compelled to keep on going, surprised himself by just how much he wants to go on about his worst experiences.]