He remembers that. He doesn't remember a lot of things, but he remembers that.

But why? How did they all end up there in the first place? He feels like he used to know what he did to end up like this, but any sense of meaning or context has faded for him. He's not the person that did something, he's what's left of them.

"Why did..." he mumbles, suddenly unsure. He stares into space, his eyes slightly wide and staring into space. "What did I do."

Why hasn't he thought about that before?