[She wishes for the first time that they were face to face for this. Physical comfort is still strange and new, mostly an idea rather than a common practice, but the urge to touch Envy in comfort is strong.]

You did nothing different than any one of us.

I can't claim to know what it was like for you. But I know what it was like for me, for less than two decades and I was just some lucky find from some stranger in the desert. I can only imagine what you went through.

I hate her. You...you're one of the first things I can remember giving a damn about. One of the only things I gave a damn about, for a very long time.