Title: Memory Of A Song

Disclaimer: Me no own, You no sue.

Warnings: Angsty

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Sometimes, when there is no moon and Roy is standing on his balcony with a light breeze deathfirebloodburning he hears a woman singing.

He doesn't remember her face, just the voice of an mourning Ishbalan woman.

He had been on watch. He remembers having his helmet on, pistol loaded and ready on his hip, eyes wide and searching that blackness for a threat. The woman's voice had been far off. Her evident sadness made him want to weep. But he was a soldier, and soldiers do not mourn the enemy.

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Somtimes, when the moon is full and Roy is standing on his balcony with a light breeze gunpowdercumsweatalcohol he hears a man singing.

He remembers only small blue eyes and a pointed nose, but not a name or rank or company. Just that the boy had been from the country.

Roy had been in his rack when the kid had started singing. It was a song of how the world would end, but it would all be okay so long as the booze and the women survived. The boy's voice had been sweet and soft and made Roy feel at ease. But he was a soldier, and soldiers can't be at ease in the middle of a war.

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