Julien feels bad about bringing it up, now, but also, he still wants it brought up, he still wants to talk about it. He pushes his glasses up with one palp and rubs the lower half of his face with the other, grimacing a little at the taste of salt.

He still doesn't look up with his actual face, but his spectral eye doesn't close either. "Yeah, I remember." That it seems like the others don't is honestly upsetting, not that he wants to tell them that. It's better not to remember. "It's mostly flashes at the end at least but, shit."

Ugh, he should probably get to the point. "It's... I want it to be recognized. That happened, and pretending that it didn't sure won't make it so. I mean, I know whose fault it was and he's dead anyway, but, it happened. It sucked. It still sucks."