Draiss frowned, and flipped through the various names, apparently not seeing the illusions, as they came up, missing limbs, heads, burns, stabs, weapons through them. He had to pause after a few seconds, and let the illusions disperse, before staring again. After a moment, he frowned, and then tapped the table, several arrows appearing in a block, and the wall in front of him rolled. After a moment, he snapped his fingers, and turned to the wall on his left, and scrolled along. "Ah, here we go, one I regret, but still don't feel much over it. Maria Slivers, mother of two, getting married to her childhood boyfriend when my assault happened. Just said I do when the death of the lord wiped out the town, obliterating her."<br/><br/>He swirled back to Jashah, and then shrugged. "As for which I feel bad, haunted, whatever, it depends on the day, the mood, and what just went pear shaped. The other problem is that my body doesn't respond well to attempts to modify its chemical production. I produce too much of the 'depressant' chemicals, and can tell you it came from the starting incident and the first village I wiped out. I stopped caring. As for the rest, I don't know. Otherwise, I wouldn't be forcing myself to be satisfied with 'functional'."