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Stress was something he hadn't handled too well lately. He felt the absence of people he'd seen as far back as the attempt on his life that had later succeeded. How strange the mysteries of the sphere seemed to pale in comparison to all the people he had failed to protect. Things required to be implemented, plans needed set in motion he didn't have the motivation to perform the necessary tasks to move his people. Yet another break was unthinkable with his mind so restless and sliding from one plan to the next. Scenario after scenario twisted through his head and were roughly discarded.
All he had left was the crystal he hadn't used. It didn't take long to get it, his hands closing around the rings and lifting it into the living room. He didn't know what would happen yet the answers it might provide, to his purpose those people had pointed their guns at him for supposedly abandoning...might lie there.
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"What?! The Furher is a Homunculus?!"
Silence felt in the stuffy atmosphere, he could smell oil and leather. His own breath was exhaled slowly as if to speak instead, the rough rumble of the first voice continued in shocked horror. "I...I thought I wanted to fight for the weak people of this country."
The faint scent of sweat, its musk caught his attention while the man continued. "Not only myself. Many others felt the same and, believing in the military left their seats." Seats best left filled. He thought as he listened for more. The memory was important already, confirming Alphonse's facts about their leader.
"And yet above...To think its already too late for the military body that is supposed to be a source of strength..." The man was upset, shock warring with his principals was the impression he got as his own voice broke the oppressive stillness. "Why don't you quit the military, Major? With your personality, it will just be hard for you if you stay."
Silence came again and he was sure the man had to be thinking. He didn't know about what but, it was connected to his words and why he'd said them. "Back then," The man said in a quiet tone that gradually gathered in conviction and strength. Strength he could trust. "I ran away from the battle at Ishbal."
Ishbal. The name rang in his mind, triggering a feeling regret and sorrow. Something about that battle affected him strong enough he could still feel the heavy weight of it on his shoulders. A weight he didn't realize existed. "The way the military works is wrong...I thought so strongly. And yet I still ran away. I turned my back on my own battlefield."
Yes he had, and he continued to listen to the strong words coming from the Major. "I should have remained on the battlefield to fight 'the thing that is wrong'!" No matter how hard it would be, the man would be at his back in this, he knew that without the rest of the words yet they continued. "From the time I ran away from Ishbal to today. There hasn't been a day I haven't felt shame for twisting my convictions and running."
"If you say this is another battlefield, how could I alone run away with my tail between my legs?!" The silence came again. "What will you do, Colonel?" Ah it came to this. "Yes. I told the Furher that 'I can't quit because of my ambitions'. The fact the Furher revealed such an important secret to me, implies 'You can't defeat me, there is something bigger behind me'." How comforting, but only what he'd suspected by this point. It was too well put together the things he'd seen and heard about his world.
"I'm being tested. Isn't it an honor?" A woman's voice, the voice of the gunner he'd seen in the wax museum spoke up. "....They're giving you a surprising amount of room."
"Who knows?" He continued. "Just...I thought it was the same when I fought that Homunculus Lust." What? That was...felt correct. The question is how far away from that event was this one? "When I, who am called a 'Weapon' or a 'Monster', fight a real monster, I can fully realize I am just a 'human'."
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Who was he to allow his body to so little rest and to run it into the ground? It wasn't the actions of a human, but that of a man trying to be more than he could be. He drew back from the crystal and felt the sureness and power return to his resolve. This place had also given him quite a bit of room. "This is another test, of what it is to be 'human'." ...Wait. Why did his voice sound odd? There was a weight on his chest and ...He quickly pulled himself over the side of the cough in time to vomit blood onto the floor. "....shit."
[ooc: Memory of Sound/smell the collected pages of 1-6 from chapter 57 - Scar of Ishbal. Punishment is to be bodyswapped with a canonmate for 9 days. I chose Izumi Curtis.]
All he had left was the crystal he hadn't used. It didn't take long to get it, his hands closing around the rings and lifting it into the living room. He didn't know what would happen yet the answers it might provide, to his purpose those people had pointed their guns at him for supposedly abandoning...might lie there.
---
"What?! The Furher is a Homunculus?!"
Silence felt in the stuffy atmosphere, he could smell oil and leather. His own breath was exhaled slowly as if to speak instead, the rough rumble of the first voice continued in shocked horror. "I...I thought I wanted to fight for the weak people of this country."
The faint scent of sweat, its musk caught his attention while the man continued. "Not only myself. Many others felt the same and, believing in the military left their seats." Seats best left filled. He thought as he listened for more. The memory was important already, confirming Alphonse's facts about their leader.
"And yet above...To think its already too late for the military body that is supposed to be a source of strength..." The man was upset, shock warring with his principals was the impression he got as his own voice broke the oppressive stillness. "Why don't you quit the military, Major? With your personality, it will just be hard for you if you stay."
Silence came again and he was sure the man had to be thinking. He didn't know about what but, it was connected to his words and why he'd said them. "Back then," The man said in a quiet tone that gradually gathered in conviction and strength. Strength he could trust. "I ran away from the battle at Ishbal."
Ishbal. The name rang in his mind, triggering a feeling regret and sorrow. Something about that battle affected him strong enough he could still feel the heavy weight of it on his shoulders. A weight he didn't realize existed. "The way the military works is wrong...I thought so strongly. And yet I still ran away. I turned my back on my own battlefield."
Yes he had, and he continued to listen to the strong words coming from the Major. "I should have remained on the battlefield to fight 'the thing that is wrong'!" No matter how hard it would be, the man would be at his back in this, he knew that without the rest of the words yet they continued. "From the time I ran away from Ishbal to today. There hasn't been a day I haven't felt shame for twisting my convictions and running."
"If you say this is another battlefield, how could I alone run away with my tail between my legs?!" The silence came again. "What will you do, Colonel?" Ah it came to this. "Yes. I told the Furher that 'I can't quit because of my ambitions'. The fact the Furher revealed such an important secret to me, implies 'You can't defeat me, there is something bigger behind me'." How comforting, but only what he'd suspected by this point. It was too well put together the things he'd seen and heard about his world.
"I'm being tested. Isn't it an honor?" A woman's voice, the voice of the gunner he'd seen in the wax museum spoke up. "....They're giving you a surprising amount of room."
"Who knows?" He continued. "Just...I thought it was the same when I fought that Homunculus Lust." What? That was...felt correct. The question is how far away from that event was this one? "When I, who am called a 'Weapon' or a 'Monster', fight a real monster, I can fully realize I am just a 'human'."
---
Who was he to allow his body to so little rest and to run it into the ground? It wasn't the actions of a human, but that of a man trying to be more than he could be. He drew back from the crystal and felt the sureness and power return to his resolve. This place had also given him quite a bit of room. "This is another test, of what it is to be 'human'." ...Wait. Why did his voice sound odd? There was a weight on his chest and ...He quickly pulled himself over the side of the cough in time to vomit blood onto the floor. "....shit."
[ooc: Memory of Sound/smell the collected pages of 1-6 from chapter 57 - Scar of Ishbal. Punishment is to be bodyswapped with a canonmate for 9 days. I chose Izumi Curtis.]