A/N:I liked Dorchette, and found his death sad. So, here is a little peice about Dorchette, concerning loyalty.

Loyal- Faithful to those persons, ideals, etc. that one is under obligation to

'Loyal as a dog.' Dogs are loyal, unfailingly loyal to their masters, sometimes even if their masters are unkind. A dog finds something deep in his nature that allows him to be loyal even when his master is cruel. A dog does not withhold his loyalty for fear it will bring him death one day. A dog will laugh at Death, and go to it smiling to protect his master.

How had I become so like a loyal dog?

I was not always loyal. Long ago I was only out for my own gain. I had a shred of loyalty, a mere shred. I did what I did for me, and for the meager money I was payed. I had little loyalty to the government I worked for, and hardly cared what happened to the greedy men who commanded it. I did not care about the fellow men and women who fought along side me.

The meager loyalty I held for the government I worked for shattered when they took me to Laboratory Five.

There I realized how small my loyalty had been, and I wished I had never even joined the military. I had fought for them, killed for them, and suffered for them in the war, but they tossed me aside to be a lad rat easily. I cursed them in my hours of torment. I cursed them as I healed, and I grew to know my new body. I decided I would never trust anyone, never again. I would only look out for me. Loyalty to another person would be my downfall.

Then I was freed. I was allowed out of my cage, and I could move again. I was allowed a weapon, a way to protect myself, and given a master. I felt obligated to serve for a while. I felt as soon as I had the chance it would be easy to escape from them humonculi called Greed. I could slip away, and be gone into the night. Opportunities came and passed, and I did not leave. I could not.

Every time I thought about it I blanched. every time I saw a chance I ignored it. I could not leave. I was obligated, and I did not want to break that obligation. I was obligated to Greed, Rao, Martel, and every other comrade under Greed. I had loyalty to them, and it was deeper then anything I had ever had before. I would have died rather them betray them, or leave them.

That is why when I saw Greed dying, bleeding, and suffering something snapped. Cold anger rushed through me, and I laughed at Death. I laughed at the idea of turning tail and running. I wanted to, part of me did, but the idea turned my stomach. I knew I was going to die, and I smiled at Death. I would keep my Master from Death, and I would do it with my life.

The dog died smiling to save his master.