Disclaimer: I do not own FMA or any of the characters.
I have a uniform hanging in my closet.
It's been mine for a long time; since academy. It was mine through Ishbal, when it was dusty and bloodstained. It was mine afterwards, when it was clean and crisp, and newly dedicated to a cause. It was mine still even after that, when it removed my right to refuse.
It's changed a little. Not much. The number of stars, the shape of it...little things.
I'm not putting this uniform on today. And I won't put it on tomorrow, or the day after.
I'm going to take my guns, the ones this uniform taught me how to carry, and walk out. Every step I take will be illegal. Every step I take will be against every scrap of authority in this country.
Every time I pull the trigger, it will be a crime. I will be a killer. A murderer, removing my own right to die at the time I'd like.
I have been a killer since Ishbal. I killed innocents, warriors, people of a race different than ours because my orders said to.
This time it will be different. I have no orders except the ones I choose to follow. I pull the trigger of my gun of my own choice. I will kill those who will pull this country once again into bloodshed and sorrow.
If I fail, I will die. If I fail everyone will fall with me.
I will not fail.