[He runs a hand through his hair as he tries to remember the details.]

The one who killed her..was aiming for me. Even as I was running through the battlefield it was like there was only one true target..and it was me. I was the one causing these black..smoke things to attack people. Everything was my fault.

[The feeling in the dream had been oppressive..so much painful emotion running through him that at times he could barely breathe.]

If I'm some sort of..villain..what if these memories come back and I hurt people?