[He knows the logic does not connect. He knows that no matter how many others he immolates, it will not bring what he lost - his sister, his heart - back from the ashes. But he also knows the anger that has pumped through him like acid, the despair that has hollowed him to a fragile husk. He knows these too well. Like an enemy you obsessively study - hoping to find the key to his defeat - whose identity you compulsively consume in the process, until you know him better than you know any friend.

Logic cannot soothe a pain so searing and raw.]

Of course I did! I never wanted to, but-- [But it had also meant there was someone as weak as him, someone he could protect, who needed him--] ...but I was there for her. I helped her.

What about you? How can you just forgive humans and move on? [How come you aren't stuck, paralyzed, like him, like both of them?]