❝ True, I do know who and what you are. ❞
Mention of them conjured the Homunculi to her mind’s eye. At times she could still smell Gluttony’s breath, pungent with the stink of rotted flesh, and it turned her stomach. And then there was Lust, whose smirking image to this day invoked anger and, subsequent to Roy’s gentle scolding of the incident, shame. That moment of lost composure – and, above all, the scare of failing to protect – would forever haunt her.
❝ I wish I could say I’d forgotten all about them, but, as you say, you and I both know the horrors they bring. ❞
His violet eyes stood in stark contrast to the youthful naivety she remembered in Ling’s face. Certainly, the visible differences between prince and vice were noted, and she could not help but mentally marvel at this and Greed’s capacity for change. Having a Homunculus as a comrade was a surreal prospect, but one she could gladly accept now as the Promised Day loomed in the horizon.
❝ However, you’ve shown us humans a kindness… So, why the change of heart? ❞ Genuine curiosity could be detected in her tone; however, perhaps thanks to those awful recollections, her sniper fingers remained ready to react at a moment’s notice.
THE HOMUNCULI WERE a hiccup in the
morality of alchemy itself: a blight, or perchance
an anomaly in and of themselves. They were
never SUPPOSED to exist, and yet they had
did. Everything about this existence was
awry; they wrought humanity and all quasi-
sooths of life by merely breathing.
But forasmuch as they YEARNED to be,
they were not GODS.
The truth of their vellum, of their shortcomings,
was a rather well-kept one, so it seemed. He
had no doubt that bearing witness to a woman
reseal her bullet-stained flesh would impel fear
into the breast of any being, no matter their mettle.
He could recall the aberrant palpitation of Ling's
heart when PRIDE had towered o'er them; he
could almost feel the sweat fall from his brow
as he looked into the JAWS OF DEATH itself.
If his alliance with Ed had taught him anything,
it was that there was always a way. One need
only find it.
And still he frowned at her incredulity; his
secrets were his own, and he intended to
keep them that way, fettered and clandestine,
as they should have been. The sonance was
a simple one; he almost huffed its very form
in one entirety.
❛ I'VE GOT A debt to settle. That,
an' I figure the good guys could USE a
little help. No one knows my siblings
better than I do. ❜
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snowghoul
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