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[June 30 2010] [Fullmetal Alchemist] Once In A Lifetime
Title: Once In A Lifetime
Day/Theme: June 30 “it takes only a few seconds to die”
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Greed
Rating: PG (to be safe?)
Notes: Based on the 1st anime's episode 34. It's also 11:20PM where I live, so I made it just in time! Yay~
It's my first time writing for something like this, not to mention I also challenged myself to write it under 300 words because I have chronic long-chapter syndrome :D;; Also, I don't think it makes sense (not to me, anyway lol). But please enjoy reading anyway xD;
‘Sin’ might also be defined as lack of ‘awareness’, ‘resistance to learning’,
and mankind being ‘threatened by understanding.’
It takes only a few seconds to die,
But it takes a lifetime to live.
When he thought about it, Homunculi didn’t really understand death.
They knew what it was, of course – they weren’t stupid (though privately he thought the jury was still out on Gluttony) – but they didn’t understand, couldn’t understand death, not really. It made sense, really, given that they were all relatively immortal and had literally been born because of death. They didn’t age and as long as they ate the Red Stones, wounds would heal instantly to the point where a gun held at point blank range failed to bring even the slightest thrill of fear.
Even now, seconds from his own death, Greed wasn’t scared.
He’d seen it coming for a while now; his suspicions confirmed when he saw the worn-out husk that had been his former master on the ground and the bones of his former human self – no, not him, he was Greed – upon a table nearby.
It was as frustrating as hell; he’d finally been getting somewhere in his quest for eternal life – but he was damned if he was going to let himself be sealed for another 130 years or more. A few seconds of death (Greed wasn’t the type to believe in an afterlife and besides, what afterlife would have him anyway?) or another eternity, alive but trapped? Not even he would call that ‘life’ – that was merely existing.
I want to decide my own fate. I’m no puppet to their whims any longer.
When he thought about it, Homunculi didn’t really understand death. But then again, Greed didn’t particularly want to understand it anyway.
I’m greedy as hell, only out for myself.
As long as it gave him what he wanted, that’s all he cared about.
Day/Theme: June 30 “it takes only a few seconds to die”
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Greed
Rating: PG (to be safe?)
Notes: Based on the 1st anime's episode 34. It's also 11:20PM where I live, so I made it just in time! Yay~
It's my first time writing for something like this, not to mention I also challenged myself to write it under 300 words because I have chronic long-chapter syndrome :D;; Also, I don't think it makes sense (not to me, anyway lol). But please enjoy reading anyway xD;
‘Sin’ might also be defined as lack of ‘awareness’, ‘resistance to learning’,
and mankind being ‘threatened by understanding.’
~Marshall McLuhan
It takes only a few seconds to die,
But it takes a lifetime to live.
When he thought about it, Homunculi didn’t really understand death.
They knew what it was, of course – they weren’t stupid (though privately he thought the jury was still out on Gluttony) – but they didn’t understand, couldn’t understand death, not really. It made sense, really, given that they were all relatively immortal and had literally been born because of death. They didn’t age and as long as they ate the Red Stones, wounds would heal instantly to the point where a gun held at point blank range failed to bring even the slightest thrill of fear.
Even now, seconds from his own death, Greed wasn’t scared.
He’d seen it coming for a while now; his suspicions confirmed when he saw the worn-out husk that had been his former master on the ground and the bones of his former human self – no, not him, he was Greed – upon a table nearby.
It was as frustrating as hell; he’d finally been getting somewhere in his quest for eternal life – but he was damned if he was going to let himself be sealed for another 130 years or more. A few seconds of death (Greed wasn’t the type to believe in an afterlife and besides, what afterlife would have him anyway?) or another eternity, alive but trapped? Not even he would call that ‘life’ – that was merely existing.
I want to decide my own fate. I’m no puppet to their whims any longer.
When he thought about it, Homunculi didn’t really understand death. But then again, Greed didn’t particularly want to understand it anyway.
I’m greedy as hell, only out for myself.
As long as it gave him what he wanted, that’s all he cared about.