Anders' mouth twists and thins to little more than a dour line. "It's happened before, and not from the United Earth. The Initiative felt we'd be more useful to them if we liked them a little better, so they spiked our drink, as it were. It wasn't a memory loss, it was something else. Visions. Anxiety. It affected mood and thought. Once you were clean of the drug, you were yourself again. Only I shouldn't be immune, if we're being drugged again ..." He shrugs helplessly. "I can't say what's going on." And it's clear this takes a toll on him. He's a healer; he wants to heal whatever's been damaged. He wants to fix what's gone wrong. He simply has no way of diagnosing it.