And what would you like from me? An apology? Do you want to exact your own consequences, instead of what's been dealt by fate? I had no doubt from the beginning that my actions would be seen as heretical at best, Mustang, and that's only from a particularly uncommon point of view. I acted as I believed I should, for reasons that are entirely my own; as such, I don't regret any of it.

We can argue this into the ground, or we can take your seemingly preferred route of acting as though this doesn't exist to one another's faces, while simultaneously keep checking each other's hands for signs of the proverbial knife to be slotted into one's back once it's turned; it matters very little to me in the end. At this point I'm just morbidly curious - at what point would you find yourself satisfied, were it entirely up to you?