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Surely Filia must have a love-hate relationship with her guilt and her fears and her doubts. A heavy load is often a despised one, but it's not always that easy to put down.

Wash My Hands
by Meredith Brooks

Wash my hands of crimes.
Pour the water over my skin, my spine.
Cleanse my soul and ease my mind.
I've been fixed all the damage done.
Why do I always forget how far I've come?

Filia's done nothing personally, but she's taken on the crimes of her people, as their sole survivor. To top it off, she's raising the last surviving Ancient Dragon, the last one after her people slaughtered them all. How would she handle it if she made him cry? How would she handle her doubts about whether she's raising Val right?

I'm done dying for the past.
I'm done dying for the past.

Sins all forgiven now.
Let's call it even, shall we?
Can't you judge me for my love,
And not mistakes I've made?
I swear by who I am and not by yesterday.

Perhaps she's arguing with herself here, her own conscience. Can she let go of the guilt she carries?

I'm done dying for the past
I'm done dying for the last time.
The last time.
The last time.
The last time.

In between black and white, I disappear.
Circled around the stone until I landed here.

I'm done dying for the past.
I'm done dying for the past.
I'm done dying.
I'm done for the last time.

Or will there still be a next time, another day when the guilt comes back, the questions, the fears, the doubts that drag her down?