[And there it is. For as skewed as Ginia's morals are, and she knows they're skewed, she knows he's right. No matter how many serial killers or human traffickers or rapists she killed back in her world, there was still very little separating her from them. Those who fought monsters always ran the risk of turning into one.]

It may surprise you to know I don't disagree. Even if it was us or them, every life lost was one lost. I don't doubt the cultists have their own families, people to mourn them.

But they went into battle knowing there would be deaths, hell, maybe it's even an honor to die in combat. The people they sacrificed, they were dragged out of their homes and murdered. Adults, child, young, old, it didn't matter, all of them were killed. They will never see their homes, their families, their friends, they don't exist anymore. So I can't feel that much guilt over the cultists dying.

[Still an excuse. Still some attempt at justifying things. Right or wrong, good or bad, as if the world was black and white. It wasn't. It was various shades of grey and different perspectives.]

I'm not a good person, Jean. I learned that long ago. But I will dirty my hands to keep good people safe.

[A pause, almost uncomfortably long before Ginia writes again.]

I suppose Erwin and I have that in common.