Riza holds the umbrella out a little further, just to make sure that Mey-Rin is still shielded from the rain.

"I do too, Miss Mey-Rin. It would be a better world, wouldn't it?" Riza's smile is a little sad, a little wistful.

"You're very kind to say that about me, but I don't think of myself as any better than any of them." There's too much blood on her hands.