envy lets out a wail of agony as flames surround them , scorching their skin and leaving their makeshift blood bubbling . at the alchemist’s words , their swings get wilder , more erratic , faster . angrier . how DARE he ? how dare this puny creature call them , envy , pathetic ?! doesn’t he know who they are ? doesn’t he know what they’re capable of , the carnage they’ve wreaked before he was even a speck in his disgusting human mother’s eye ?
there should be a way out , a way for them to win , to demolish roy mustang for good ( and they want to , they want to ruin him for what he did to lust ) and yet … and yet they’re letting their emotions get the better of them . this is their biggest problem ; their emotions are too temperamental , too extreme . they feel either nothing or everything , and they can’t stop themself from acting when they do feel things .
vicious words are snatched from between their curled lips like a snarl from a beast — and after all , isn’t that what they are ; a beast ?
“ i know what i am , FLAME ALCHEMIST — can you say the same ?
i can see the excitement behind your eyes ;
hurting me must feel sooo good . “
they may be the monster , true . but that means mustang is a hunter , and every hunter must have some of the instincts their prey possess . how else would the prey ever be caught ?
the mask cracks ever so slightly. his smugness, his SUPERIORITY over the creature all but GROVELING now. spirals and twists into anger that’s always been simmering from the moment he entered the ishvalan conflict. then, he was a coward, went ALONG with it. he became numb to the fire that burned behind his eyes.
another SNAP and the fire spreads in front of him, creating a barrier between the two if only temporarily. he wants to bleed them dry of the souls trapped in their devil’s heart, but only just. for he needs ANSWERS.
he can’t get answers from a corpse.
❝ YOU’RE NOT HUMAN. ❞ and it’s what he has to remind himself of. no, they’re anything BUT human, only a mimicry of one. they are the creation of the slaughter of thousands, if not milions of people. to achieve what? to what means is the end? for who would do something so inhuman to create something to MOCK their mortal bodies?
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