I Trusted You

I sat there in that alley and watched you. You with your cold black eyes and frozen face. How could you? How could you do it? You had to know that Ross was innocent, she would never have killed Hughes and yet you…why?

And when I asked, you wouldn't even tell me. You hit me, chastised me, and lectured me as if it was my fault. As if you were the innocent one and I was the wrong one. But is it wrong to value human life?

You used to value human life. Or at least I thought you did. I thought you learned something from Ishval, about how blindly following orders wasn't a good thing. I thought you were better than that. I guess I was wrong.

And so I sat there in that alley and watched you. I wondered how you could live with yourself. How could you look so calm? Didn't you feel even the slightest shred of guilt? Of regret? Did you even once think that you might have been wrong?

How could you talk in that lifeless, dead voice? How could you look like you hadn't just killed someone? And not just someone, Lieutenant Ross! I knew Ross and I know she was a good person. But you killed her. I bet you didn't even think about it and it makes me wonder, did she really try to resist? Or did you just say that to cover up what you did?

I wish I knew.

Just yesterday I wouldn't have believed you capable of cold blooded murder. Hell, just an hour before I found you in that alley with Ross's charred corpse I wouldn't have believed it. And if anyone tried to tell me you were, I'd have punched him so hard all his teeth would fall out.

So why?

You're a jerk and a bastard. A morally bankrupt colonel with a God complex. But you're not a bad guy. You're not. I know you're not!

So why?

After everything I've been through in my life, all the pain and fear, the sense of abandonment and shame, I thought I had finally found a place where I would be safe. I knew the military was dangerous, I knew I could die at any time, it just never bothered me before. Because I knew I could count on you to have my back. Because I knew I could trust you.

But I can't trust you anymore. Not after this. And I think that's what hurts the most because after my mom died I never really trusted anyone. Not even Teacher. Not completely. Not anyone but you.

But you let me down.

I trusted you and you let me down.

I trusted you.

End I Trusted You

Kaliea: I was watching Brotherhood again (because it's freaking awesome!) when I came across the episode where Ed thought that Mustang had killed Ross. The look of absolute betrayal in Ed's eyes was just…wow. It was so profound that I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. I'm thinking about doing a companion fic to this in Roy's POV and maybe another with Alphonse but it depends on the reviews I get and whether or not people would be interested. Let me know either way, kay? Ciao!