"If I could hold back the rain, would you numb the pain?

Cause I remember everything.

If I could help you forget, would you take my regrets?

Cause I remember everything." Five Finger Death Punch, Remember Everything

The gun's end pointed at his chin felt like relief. An end to his many sins throughout the year of war. A chance to face any sort of creator and pay for his many sins, his countless sins of killing innocent people just because of an order. He watched as thousands of homes were burnt into ashes due to the snap of his fingers. How, how could he do that to people who were innocent. Pure innocent souls. It was order, but why did he follow it? It should've been simple enough to kill himself, and yet a haunting question ran through his mind. What did he have to live for now?

"Flame alchemist," a solider stood at salute at a young alchemist who has his hand in his pocket. The white fabric is visible only at the top. "We have completed our patrol of this side of the city of Ishval. The remaining citizens are being moved as we speak."

The raven haired male only nodded which caused the other soldiers to remove their salute and walk past the man. He slowly walked through the destroyed city, his boots slide over the fallen buildings and his dark hues glaze up to see people being bordered away to their so called camps. It's all a joke. All of it. How can these people ever feel safe ever again? There is no way, not after this so called war.

He stood and watched as many people were being forced to leave the destroyed city, some of them carrying their children who are only infants. Some mothers carry dead children, refusing to leave them behind. The flame alchemist only closes his eyes tightly from the sight of the blood, trying to keep the flashback of the dead doctors at bay. Then, he opened his eyes when he heard a woman shouting from the line.

"DO NOT TOUCH ME! YOU SCUM HAVE TOUCHED ME ENOUGH!" her voice is loud enough to cause a stir in the line, which also alerts over soldiers to rush over to contain her. The flame alchemist was about to walk away, letting the others control the situation however his feet move over to the woman without even thinking.

He stopped behind her and his eyes soften seeing her bolted stomach, she's pregnant. He lowers his glaze at the sight. It's a terrible time to bring a child into this world. She is very young, probably around nineteen, if that, and she has long dark hair that is wavy/curly. An unusual sight for an Ishvalan. The woman just glares at the men and she even spits on one of them, causing the man behind her to hold her shoulder, drawing her back. The solider she spat one wipes his face and his expression is cold and dark. The solider raises his hand to strike the young girl but before his hand implants her face, the flame alchemist grabbed his wrist tightly, almost breaking the bone.

"That's enough solider," the dark haired male said to the other, which caused the solider to stare at him darkly. "Leave now these people alone."

The alchemist then releases the soldier's wrist, the solider stared at Mustang who returned the gaze with an icy expression on his pale face. The solider spat on the sand close to Mustang's boots and walked away.

"You're filth just like the rest of them," the young woman said to the dark haired male which caused him to glaze down at her. The man behind her holds her shoulder tightly, as if scolding her without words. However, the girl refuses to listen to his actions and steps closer to the alchemist, but he does not flinch.

"IT'S BECAUSE OF YOUR PEOPLE THAT I'M PREGRENT!" She shouted at the alchemist and raised her hand to slap him, but the hand gently grabbed her wrist with his gloved hand. His face is emotionless but there is sadness within his dark eyes. He had heard rumors of soldiers raping women in the chaos; he just didn't want to admit it. Now, how he cannot deny it when he sees a woman in front of him.

The young woman just stares up at him, her hand is shaking violently along with her body. "I-It's because….of….you I'm forced to have…a….child with one of your kind," she spits on Roy's face but he does not flinch, he keeps holding her shaking hand. "I'd rather have my stomach shot a thousand times than have a mixed child. A child of your Godless, vile world."

Roy's eyes widen for a moment and then his face darkened at her words. As if the words were like a dragger in his heart. His clutch on her wrist tightens causing the adolescent girl to glare threateningly at the man before her. Everyone around them is silent and just watching. "What's the matter? Does it bother you that I would kill this thing inside of me?" She asked with a smug look on her face, just staring up at him with her scarlet hues. Those eyes haunt him and always will. Finally, the girl shakes her head and tears form in her eyes.

"Just kill me," her command caused the alchemist to just stare at the woman with his dark eyes, much darker than before. His grip on her wrist tightens slightly, and a tear falls down her tan face, "that's what you people do isn't it? Slaughter innocent lives," she asked so softly it caused the alchemist's mind to trigger back to the flames engulfing buildings and the lives he stole from the flames.

"You're in pain," she said with a smirk on her tan face, "good. Now you understand how I FEEL. When this thing-"

"Elipis, your child is going to be a girl," the man behind her interrupted her, clearing disturbed by her statements about the baby.

"Or so your theories say. It might not even live," she snapped back. "If anything, I'll name it Montezuma."

The man behind her glares at the woman, "How dare you think our lord would frown down on her."

"Why wouldn't our God frown down on it…it's a mistake, an unwelcomed child," the young girl said softly, as if trying to talk herself into her own reasoning.

The alchemist releases her wrist but then grabbed her face with both of his gloved hands, causing the woman to gasp in surprise. Her red hues stare into his dark eyes, and her face changes into shock seeing that his eyes are calm.

"Your name is Elipis, correct?" The man asked the young girl and she only nodded, her eyes are now tightly closed. "That's a lovely name, it means hope, correct. Pity…you have no hope for yourself or that living individual in your body. You do humiliation to your own name." His comment caused the young woman to open her eyes hastily and stare up at him.

"You need to have hope, without hope life would indeed be a very dreadful place. If anything, this child should bring you happiness, even if born from rape. A child does miracles to people, especially when it is your own," he slowly lowered his hands and the young woman's gaze is down at the sand refusing to look up at him. The alchemist then placed his hand gently onto her small bump, causing her to flinch. He can feel a small jolt in her stomach causing a small grin on his pale features, never has he felt a woman's stomach with an infant growing inside of it.

"Besides, you're a beautiful woman…you're little girl will be too," he said with a gentle smile. "Be careful and find your own hope. I'm sorry."

Before she or the group of people could say anything, he turned on the heels of his military boots and walked away. His hands are behind his back as he walks toward the military group who all salute him. Hope. A smirk appeared on his face. Perhaps he should listen to his own words.