I tell myself that, but that doesn't change anything I did. Not all the blood on my hands deserved to be spilled.

[And there's the root of it. There are things she can make up for - Scar, Alphonse, general wrong doings. But there were those things she never could. They sat like a weight inside of her now, heavy and cold.]

I know it's stupid, I can't change anything. I'm not that...that tool anymore. I don't hurt people anymore.

[But she couldn't stop the way she felt about it right now, in the wake of that awful dream.]