Don't worry about it. It's probably not the worst I've done, depending on who you ask. I met my best friend on the opposite side of a battlefield a little while after that, and killed him too.

Before that war was over I went into a berserk fit and killed I don't even know how many hundreds of people. Their army, ours, I couldn't tell the difference until I woke up.

...what I'm getting at is that everybody's got shit they regret, Saber. Even us--especially us. But we've got a second chance whether we deserve it or not, and being miserable all the time would just waste it. Don't you think so?