I despised him.

This man in my living room, sleeping on my couch. He took away my friends, almost brothers.

This man took away my parents.

I had just found out yesterday that he had been the one responsible, and the next day, he was at my door.

A perfect opportunity for me of course.

I walked towards him slowly with a pistol in my hand. His spare. Not very smart to just leave it around.

People like him didn't deserve rest.

Step.

I knew he was just a no-good,

Step.

Womanizing cheat.

I pointed the pistol.

The world would be better off withou-

"Why…"

I heard a hoarse whisper from the shivering blue lump on the couch.

"Why… why… I don't want to…" He whimpered and shook harder. "They… didn't do anything…"

I lowered the pistol.

What are you doing?

I stared for a couple seconds.

You've been waiting for this! Do it!

I felt warm tears forming in my eyes.

Only a monster could be responsible! That's what you said!

"No… I don't want to…," I whispered to myself.

"No… please… please…," he spoke only in choked sobs now.

He must be cold… I thought, and sighed.

I went upstairs to my room and brought down a blanket made of a comfy combination of wool and cotton. When I came downstairs, all I could hear was a continued mantra of:

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm sorry…"

I placed the blanket on him and with a sad smile whispered, "It's okay."

He eventually stopped, but I noticed that the last thing he said was, "I'm sorry… Winry…"

I watched him fall into an eventually comfortable sleep, then went upstairs to my own bed.

Maybe some monsters at least deserve some rest, I thought before I dozed off to sleep.