"God, I ate one of my friends once," Sparkle muttered. "Straight-up murdered another one. Funhouse mirror isn't wrong, I was an evil carnie at the time. Stabbing that Hollow me to death fucked me up but at least I don't know what he'd been doing. Which almost makes it worse, then I start wondering."

And Sparkle could come up with a lot of horrible things he could have done, once memory started to fade into instinct, and instinct into aggression.

"Freaked out once because a teacher went off to live his life. A teacher. He gave me good advice and I took it to heart and I was personally betrayed because suddenly he wasn't there. I think he's back now teaching again and I can't even picture myself going up to him to say anything because I'd probably just fall all over myself apologizing for being such a needy little fuckhead. Someone was nice to me, how dare they leave."