It should feel uncomfortable, or even worse, you know that it should. You even try to make it so. Amongst friends, even recent ones, you paint it as unacceptable, inadmissible.
Careful examination, a wineglass full of truth, paves a different path. Cobblestone upon living earth, an effort to smooth out something that will never stop moving.
This isn't their story, it is yours. They are not witnesses, they are victims. Neither their crime, nor your punishment - this is a jigsaw puzzle of your making. Pushed to a corner of the dining room table long ago when it seemed too hard to finish.