[She frowns, almost glaring at him. It's clear that she doesn't agree. She's not glad for it. She hates the memories and hates the nightmares. If she had her way, she wouldn't ever remember. Everything of the past two years, they'd be gone.
But she doesn't deserve that happiness. Murderers like her do not deserve peace.
Her hands grip the edge of the sink.] I'm not. I'm not a better person.
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But she doesn't deserve that happiness. Murderers like her do not deserve peace.
Her hands grip the edge of the sink.] I'm not. I'm not a better person.
[She'll never be that better person.]