Yours may be stained in the way of a war general, because you fight for a cause, for something you believe in. But mine...

[ His are stained for the pure, sickening pleasure of taking a life. Bloodshed is bloodshed no matter what, and they might never agree on how to end the war, but at least Edelgard never became a monster on a rampage. That's more than he can say for himself. ]

Well. [ A sigh, followed by a shake of his head. He did say he would not welcome these regrettable thoughts, after all. ] There is no changing the past. The best I can hope for is to cut my own path to the future. A better future.

[ This choice of words, though... ]