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[April 5] [Fullmetal Alchemist] Casualties
Title: Casualties
Day/Theme: April 5, 2012 "All wars are useless to the dead"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: military OCs, Kimblee
Rating: PG-13
Author's comment: I felt like this prompt was familiar...so I checked my notes and saw I wrote for it here before on Jan. 20, 2009! Man, I still haven't finished the long fic that piece is part of...
"How many have you lost from your unit, Hart?" Captain Mullonde sat down at her side.
"Since I jumped up in rank or before, sir?" She had been thinking about getting up and going for coffee, but if Sam Mullonde wanted to chat, she'd rest her a while longer. There was no reason to rush. She had a long enough stretch of time to rest now and it wasn't as if the war was going anywhere.
"Eh, since, I suppose. I was thinking under your watch," he shrugged. Mullonde outranked Hart, but she didn't fall under his direct line of command. He was easy to be around. She didn't think she would mind working for him after the war- assuming they both survived. She had already seen a lot of men (well, women too, but there weren't as many women here in the first place) who had died.
"...It hasn't been that long, you know," she admitted, "But just four."
"You've got that alchemist to thank, don't you?" Mullonde shook his head and made a sort of funny face. Hart wasn't entirely sure what that reaction was intended to convey to her.
"No, I don't think it's exactly right to say that, sir," Hart disagreed, "Because Major Kimblee has killed maybe hundreds of Ishvalans while I've been assigned to work with him, but out of the men the unit has lost since he was brought in, it's his lack of discretion that's been indirectly responsible for the loss of at least half of them."
Mullonde's expression now, with a stern frown and both eyebrows raised, was easier to understand. Hart sighed and put her head in her hands. It was enough to say that, wasn't it? She didn't think there was anything she could gain by mentioning that about one fourth of the remaining casualties had been caused not directly by the major's actions.
The higher-ups weren't about to give an alchemist so much as a slap on the wrist while this war was still going strong. And what difference did it make to those men now? They were already dead.
Day/Theme: April 5, 2012 "All wars are useless to the dead"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: military OCs, Kimblee
Rating: PG-13
Author's comment: I felt like this prompt was familiar...so I checked my notes and saw I wrote for it here before on Jan. 20, 2009! Man, I still haven't finished the long fic that piece is part of...
"How many have you lost from your unit, Hart?" Captain Mullonde sat down at her side.
"Since I jumped up in rank or before, sir?" She had been thinking about getting up and going for coffee, but if Sam Mullonde wanted to chat, she'd rest her a while longer. There was no reason to rush. She had a long enough stretch of time to rest now and it wasn't as if the war was going anywhere.
"Eh, since, I suppose. I was thinking under your watch," he shrugged. Mullonde outranked Hart, but she didn't fall under his direct line of command. He was easy to be around. She didn't think she would mind working for him after the war- assuming they both survived. She had already seen a lot of men (well, women too, but there weren't as many women here in the first place) who had died.
"...It hasn't been that long, you know," she admitted, "But just four."
"You've got that alchemist to thank, don't you?" Mullonde shook his head and made a sort of funny face. Hart wasn't entirely sure what that reaction was intended to convey to her.
"No, I don't think it's exactly right to say that, sir," Hart disagreed, "Because Major Kimblee has killed maybe hundreds of Ishvalans while I've been assigned to work with him, but out of the men the unit has lost since he was brought in, it's his lack of discretion that's been indirectly responsible for the loss of at least half of them."
Mullonde's expression now, with a stern frown and both eyebrows raised, was easier to understand. Hart sighed and put her head in her hands. It was enough to say that, wasn't it? She didn't think there was anything she could gain by mentioning that about one fourth of the remaining casualties had been caused not directly by the major's actions.
The higher-ups weren't about to give an alchemist so much as a slap on the wrist while this war was still going strong. And what difference did it make to those men now? They were already dead.