"I guess that is the point of all this isn't it?" He waved a hand towards the support group. He sighed and reached up to run his hand through his hair.

"Basically I saw a lot of people dying. There was fire and blood..so much blood.." It was like a really horrible moving playing out. "Everyone was in these really old style clothes and I guess if you were wearing purple you had to die because that's who was getting killed by the guys in red. And I felt like I was hiding..so that I couldn't be killed as well."