My Hands....

Kimblee looked down at the palms of his hands, his eyes scanning over the alchemy tattoo's on them. Tears started to burn in his eyes as he looked, memories flooding back to him. Memories of all that the tattoo's had done; all the ones that he had killed. His hands clenched into fists and he let them fall to his sides. "These hands. Hands that have killed hundreds of people, not caring what they have done. These hands...these are my hands...."

I often wonder if Kimblee regrets what he's done, and this was just how I could explain it.....