Unfortunately, all is lost to the illusion of memory now.

Emet-Selch puts a firm hand on each of Gen's shoulders. "Whatever you do, you must not give in to it. We cannot bear losing another to that which blights the world." Pleas for it all to 'stop' are the same words that he has heard countless frantic Amaurotines cry over the last few days. It would be said over and over as they changed into horrific beasts before his eyes.

He glances past the crowd toward the source of the noise in the distance. "Run if you like, but if you stay at my side, I give you my word that you will be kept from harm."