"Why?" Gracia asked, an accusing tone in her voice. "Why did you have to come? Why have you brought this on us?"
Alicia was in her mothers arms, crying. "It's all your fault daddy's gone!"
"If you weren't so selfish and bent on getting your body back, none of this would have happened. Maes Hughes was an extrordinary man, and you have taken him away." Colonel Mustang exclaimed.
"You couldn't even save me, Ed. Why couldn't you save me?" Nina pleaded.
"Why did you have to do this? Can't you just be happy with what you have?" Winry asked. "You know you're hurting me too."
I hate this body brother! I hate what you've done to me!" Al screamed.
I sat up in bed. This dream has been running through my mind every night. Why can't I fix the things I break? Why can't I stop hurting people around me? Deep down a little sliver of them feels like that, no matter how much they deny it. I would give up everything to fix at least one thing I broke. And until that day, this nightmare of guilt will stay with me, reminding me of what I need to do. I will never be able to let go of this guilt. Who else is to blame but me? No one's going to clean up my messes.