The promise of a ruler
I'll return it to you when you're *****"
When what? There was something important about that and he couldn't hear it in the darkness. It needed to be heard or he couldn't reach for it. Or maybe he could. The world filled with color and sound again and he felt himself sitting on a piece of ruined masonry.
"Major Mustang, how about a drink?"
He looked up into the faces of soldiers that felt familiar, and they gathered around him. The smell of alcohol and the sound of mugs being passed around with the faint chatter of voices filled the silence. They gave him their names, and he noted each one with something bordering on confusion. "Which party are you from?"
Their laughter wasn't at his expense, merely a sign they knew his mind was full of shadows and equations that rolled like a molten sea. "Look, he doesn't know about us after all!"
"Your party, Major. Though we were at the tail end so it can't be helped you didn't know."
How pathetic. He didn't even remember the names of those that supported him and died to keep him safe. He would have wallowed in that feeling if someone hadn't spoken up. "Even if you were suffering you didn't run and leave us behind. With those powerful flames you cut through the battlefield and into the enemy, and didn't let us underlings die in vain."
"The way that incredible flame power mowed down the enemy was "reliable". No other word can describe it. Because the flame alchemist was there, we didn't die."
He'd managed to protect what was within hand's reach. The subordinates and people who walks by his side he could reach them thus they would never fall to harm. The world shifted again until he was somewhere else in an office as a man loomed over him, the same one he'd peered past. "We have our own kind of pride, Colonel Mustang."
Fire raged through the dream now. It moved like it was alive and swiftly over took everything to form a massive wolf that rose to fill his vision. "So there will never be another Flame alchemist,"
It looked to the sky and he realized it was protecting a nation, the flames never touching the nation below it that was scoured with the marks of a circle. "Burn my back."
That voice sounded like-
Then he woke up.
When what? There was something important about that and he couldn't hear it in the darkness. It needed to be heard or he couldn't reach for it. Or maybe he could. The world filled with color and sound again and he felt himself sitting on a piece of ruined masonry.
"Major Mustang, how about a drink?"
He looked up into the faces of soldiers that felt familiar, and they gathered around him. The smell of alcohol and the sound of mugs being passed around with the faint chatter of voices filled the silence. They gave him their names, and he noted each one with something bordering on confusion. "Which party are you from?"
Their laughter wasn't at his expense, merely a sign they knew his mind was full of shadows and equations that rolled like a molten sea. "Look, he doesn't know about us after all!"
"Your party, Major. Though we were at the tail end so it can't be helped you didn't know."
How pathetic. He didn't even remember the names of those that supported him and died to keep him safe. He would have wallowed in that feeling if someone hadn't spoken up. "Even if you were suffering you didn't run and leave us behind. With those powerful flames you cut through the battlefield and into the enemy, and didn't let us underlings die in vain."
"The way that incredible flame power mowed down the enemy was "reliable". No other word can describe it. Because the flame alchemist was there, we didn't die."
He'd managed to protect what was within hand's reach. The subordinates and people who walks by his side he could reach them thus they would never fall to harm. The world shifted again until he was somewhere else in an office as a man loomed over him, the same one he'd peered past. "We have our own kind of pride, Colonel Mustang."
Fire raged through the dream now. It moved like it was alive and swiftly over took everything to form a massive wolf that rose to fill his vision. "So there will never be another Flame alchemist,"
It looked to the sky and he realized it was protecting a nation, the flames never touching the nation below it that was scoured with the marks of a circle. "Burn my back."
That voice sounded like-
Then he woke up.