[It's a miracle that she manages to keep her composure, hearing those words. But she does, because she is not alone, and she cannot cry even in good company. She fixes her eyes on the pool of water at her feet. Staring back at her is a tired face with a bitter smile.]

I should have never agreed to make the modifications I did. I was so afraid they wouldn't let me help you at all if I didn't...

[Her voice trails off. If I didn't turn you into a weapon. If I didn't tear out all shreds of choice and make your body a machine for killing. If I didn't agree to irreparably warp the life I was being allowed to save.]

I am not sorry that you are alive, or that I had a part in keeping you that way, but I am sorry that I allowed fear to cloud my judgement. I put you through hell for selfish reasons, Genji. I sometimes wonder if I have done more harm than good to your life.