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[Sept. 1] [Fullmetal Alchemist] Indelible
Title: Indelible
Day/Theme: Sept. 1, 2010 "don't think your life didn't matter"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Kimblee, Roy, Riza, various others
Rating: PG
Just because plenty of people wanted to forget him didn't mean they could.
Roy was pretty sure that Kimblee would be happy to remembered. He'd always been a self-centered sort of guy. And if it'd gone the other way around there was no doubt he would've remembered them. That was one of the things Kimblee had taught him, actually. The importance of remembering. There wasn't a single person Roy had known who hadn't somehow helped in shaping him into the man he was today.
So, he'd do as Kimblee said. He'd never look away from death. The other memories of the man- of his manners and his intelligence and his insanity, and even a few funny moments- watching him hold himself like a gentleman in the midst of the noisy, smelly mess tent, the way any mention of scorpions made him all jumpy, and the other inadvertently funny moments that had cropped up throughout their time together- all these things would stay as well. He would remember Kimblee just fine. And, if there was some kind of afterlife that would give them a chance to speak again, he hoped he'd be able to account himself well to his old acquaintance. That he'd remembered, at least, would appeal to Kimblee.
Riza could not number the list of things she'd prefer to forget. But forgetting was not a luxury she could afford. She wore her scars on her body and her heart and her psyche. Just having known Solf J. Kimblee was probably one of the scars. There were a lot of different ways of surviving in this world, Riza thought.
James didn't talk about his older son anymore. But he didn't talk about his younger one either, and he hadn't been a murderer and war criminal. So if Solf had known about this, there was no reason for him to take it personally.
The man once called Scar would never forget his archenemy either. Nightmares came to him still. He woke up sweating. It didn't matter how old he grew or how far he came. There was still fear in that memory. There was still anger in every other. The only regret he had was that he had not finished the man off himself. He didn't think much about the possibility that if Kimblee had not killed his family, someone else probably would have.
What didn't kill you made you stronger. Jenny Hart had served under Kimblee during the war, so it went without saying that she believed that old saw. Kimblee, she reflected, had been a very creepy guy, but could she have asked for any better training in working with volatile superiors? And with his powerful alchemy and quick senses, could she really say for sure she would've survived the war without him? It was tough to tell. If push came to shove, Jenny supposed she sort of owed him.
Anyway, you just didn't forget someone that...unique.
Lydia didn't talk about either of her sons much either. It was because it was much too sad. Solf had been an odd child. He had grown up to be a dangerous, difficult, and, ultimately, disappointingly, a criminal man, but she was still his mother. He had filled her life with so many regrets. Yet still she loved him. It had been hard to read the words of the neat little letter sent by the future führer. It was hard to believe that Solf had died.
The chimeras shelved him in the storage shed of memory. He was a bad chapter of a harsh time. Without him though, they'd give him, they'd have never met Ed and Al.
Al was somber on the matter. Didn't every person, however foul, deserve a chance to live and make amends?
Ed told him that he didn't think that was how Kimblee would've used his chance anyway, if he'd lived. (That didn't mean he was ecstatic over his death though, either.)
Winry giggled nervously. "He was a creepy," she recalled. She didn't bother to mention that initially she'd found him quite charming.
Privately, Ed touched his hand to the place in his side where he had been pierced by the metal beam. Kimblee's efforts hadn't killed him, but they had forced him to shorten his life. That was something that stayed with you. Indelible. Kimblee, that bastard, Ed realized, would probably approve of that.
Day/Theme: Sept. 1, 2010 "don't think your life didn't matter"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Kimblee, Roy, Riza, various others
Rating: PG
Just because plenty of people wanted to forget him didn't mean they could.
Roy was pretty sure that Kimblee would be happy to remembered. He'd always been a self-centered sort of guy. And if it'd gone the other way around there was no doubt he would've remembered them. That was one of the things Kimblee had taught him, actually. The importance of remembering. There wasn't a single person Roy had known who hadn't somehow helped in shaping him into the man he was today.
So, he'd do as Kimblee said. He'd never look away from death. The other memories of the man- of his manners and his intelligence and his insanity, and even a few funny moments- watching him hold himself like a gentleman in the midst of the noisy, smelly mess tent, the way any mention of scorpions made him all jumpy, and the other inadvertently funny moments that had cropped up throughout their time together- all these things would stay as well. He would remember Kimblee just fine. And, if there was some kind of afterlife that would give them a chance to speak again, he hoped he'd be able to account himself well to his old acquaintance. That he'd remembered, at least, would appeal to Kimblee.
Riza could not number the list of things she'd prefer to forget. But forgetting was not a luxury she could afford. She wore her scars on her body and her heart and her psyche. Just having known Solf J. Kimblee was probably one of the scars. There were a lot of different ways of surviving in this world, Riza thought.
James didn't talk about his older son anymore. But he didn't talk about his younger one either, and he hadn't been a murderer and war criminal. So if Solf had known about this, there was no reason for him to take it personally.
The man once called Scar would never forget his archenemy either. Nightmares came to him still. He woke up sweating. It didn't matter how old he grew or how far he came. There was still fear in that memory. There was still anger in every other. The only regret he had was that he had not finished the man off himself. He didn't think much about the possibility that if Kimblee had not killed his family, someone else probably would have.
What didn't kill you made you stronger. Jenny Hart had served under Kimblee during the war, so it went without saying that she believed that old saw. Kimblee, she reflected, had been a very creepy guy, but could she have asked for any better training in working with volatile superiors? And with his powerful alchemy and quick senses, could she really say for sure she would've survived the war without him? It was tough to tell. If push came to shove, Jenny supposed she sort of owed him.
Anyway, you just didn't forget someone that...unique.
Lydia didn't talk about either of her sons much either. It was because it was much too sad. Solf had been an odd child. He had grown up to be a dangerous, difficult, and, ultimately, disappointingly, a criminal man, but she was still his mother. He had filled her life with so many regrets. Yet still she loved him. It had been hard to read the words of the neat little letter sent by the future führer. It was hard to believe that Solf had died.
The chimeras shelved him in the storage shed of memory. He was a bad chapter of a harsh time. Without him though, they'd give him, they'd have never met Ed and Al.
Al was somber on the matter. Didn't every person, however foul, deserve a chance to live and make amends?
Ed told him that he didn't think that was how Kimblee would've used his chance anyway, if he'd lived. (That didn't mean he was ecstatic over his death though, either.)
Winry giggled nervously. "He was a creepy," she recalled. She didn't bother to mention that initially she'd found him quite charming.
Privately, Ed touched his hand to the place in his side where he had been pierced by the metal beam. Kimblee's efforts hadn't killed him, but they had forced him to shorten his life. That was something that stayed with you. Indelible. Kimblee, that bastard, Ed realized, would probably approve of that.