What was my name? Who were those I cared so much for that I would try with my whole being to protect them? Their faces are now blank, their minds wiped along with their powers. All I remember is the pain and bitterness and defeat. I was such a fool. My naive idealism, my refusal to see the world in grey instead of black and white, is to blame for this. Stygians were bad, treatlings were good... And yet it was our own princess who severed us from our true selves. Is this my punishment? To remember only the pain when so many would beg for their true selves back? Who am I? Where do I go from here? ... Yes calling me Sherbert is fine.