Envy played with the closed pocket knife in his pocket, juggling it between his hands. "I don't forget." He just had a little more work ahead of him with dragging out the fire. "We are who we are." There was no changing it.
Was it really any of their faults that they were they way they were? It wasn't myth or belief, or how people perceived them, they were a concept which made them powerful extremes of human emotions.