*~*Zayden's POV*~*
Things were quiet for a moment. None of us knew what to say next, or where to take the conversation. It was strange, trying to figure out what is going on with you when you can't even remember the stuff you're supposed to be doing. It made things feel at least ten times worse. What could I be capable of in that state? Would I hurt someone, simply because I didn't know what I was doing? Or would I retain enough of myself to always be a good person, or as good of one as I could be?