The harshness of the reprise has been like a kick to the gut. I now know how the passer-bys must have felt as they happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and witnessed the execution of Jesus. You could have come and gone, for it lasted several days, but no matter what part of it you saw, you were changed.
Cabin fever has hit and there is no turning back now. The only chance of survival is to keep going, hoping that the fever will pass and a new found ability to master these social interactions will be found. From past experience it is known that they are sometimes found, though this experience has also tought that they are as often times never found. But what choice do we have? We have to keep walking, for if not to move is to stand still...and idle hands have been the death of enough poor bastards already. I've seen them fall and I will not be one of them.
Holy Jesus, why is it so cold in here?
In summary, what we have seen is harsh justice. And what is our reaction? Who are you with? This time will tell everything we need to know about you. Your replies will leave you standing naked and you all will be judged. Though some more kindly than others.