"Don't avert your eyes from death. Look forward. Look at the people you're killing in the face. Don't forget them. Don't forget. Don't forget. They won't forget you." – "Crimson" Alchemist, Kimblee (FMA manga Ch. 60, pg. 10)
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Hell
The topic had been Hell, and he had been careless to let it stretch on.
"I have watched my mother die three times." Edward declared suddenly (it was a fact, not a statement), turning his head up to look at the sky. Thick, succulent grey clouds had blotted out the sun and smothered the blue sky from sight. It would rain soon. Ed shook his head and looked at Roy, his amber-coloured eyes hardening and darkening around the pupil. "She died three times, but I killed her twice. I know Hell." He reaffirmed and then turned and walked away.
"Hawkeye, do you know why that man is called a genius?" Roy asked as they waited for his car to arrive, watching the blonde's red-clad back gradually grow smaller and smaller as he walked down the street and away from them.
"... Sir?" Hawkeye asked, tearing her eyes away to look at the Field Marshal.
"It's because he always survives. Being incredibly smart is just an added bonus." Roy's car rolled up to stop beside him and he reluctantly turned away, stepping into the black automobile. "That's why they call him a genius. Have a good day, Lieutenant."
And then he was gone.
A drop of rain hit Hawkeye's cheek.
(Lately I've been into palettes, and monochrome constitutes perfectly into an outlet. We're practicing the SDA rule. – Incomprehensible)