She had to be changing. That was the only answer, why would she have these ill thoughts. Was she an evil being? Were her thoughts her own? Everything… Everything that had happened was her fault; it had to be.
She turned right down the corridor that lead to her room, Hell's sun had risen and she did not feel any emotion towards it. She had many things that she had to work on. She had to go back to the roots when everything happened.
She hugged herself while walking; she did not know what to think about first. She had done this to herself; she had done this to the rest of the angels that had followed to earth. She had brought this war upon them every time she reincarnated.
She was the one responsible for all of the misery caused; she let out a soft sigh. "Now I understand why we were never allowed to feel anything."
