You think you're entitled to have that just done away with? Are you serious?! No. You feel guilty for what you did? You feel remorse for it? Because that? Those things? They're supposed to be there. They're what make you stop and think and realize what you've done, that it was wrong. You killed someone. You took another life. Ripped it straight away from them. I've taken more than I can count. And let me tell you, little girl, I don't say that lightly because it's not something to blow off like it's nothing. Yet, here you are, acting like it's dust in the wind you'd like to brush off your fucking shoulder. You don't get that. What gives you that right? I fucking sacrificed myself for the greater good and guess what? When The Powers That Be brought me back cause they weren't done with me? Nothing changed. It didn't matter that I'd done the right thing. I had still done the same monstrous things I'd done before I burned. That's something I've got to live with. And no, it's not easy. It's not supposed to be.