Raccoon: I get random drabble ideas at random times. I wouldn't be living in a dorm room if I owned FMA.

Someone had once told him that if he was a good person, he would go someplace better. He had asked them what they meant by a good person. Everyone's definition was different. He was told that a good person followed society's rules so no killing, lying, or stealing allowed. After the war he wondered if he was still considered a good person. He had to follow orders though; maybe he could explain to his friend that they both were good people. They had to follow orders.

Snorting, he thought that sounded a lot like listening to his parents when he was a child. He'd always question it but eventually he realized how much time he had wasted. He thought war would be the same. At least he had managed to get himself back to reality; time to get his friend back to the same point or at least close to the same point.

"You know it's not your fault."

"It is. I didn't have the heart to say no."

"You were only following orders. That doesn't make you a bad person. Someone explained to me a long time ago that as long as you followed what is socially acceptable and make a positive influence on someone, you will go somewhere better when you die. Your life is just beginning. I'm sure that there's someone out there who's waiting for someone to give them a positive influence."

He held out his hand to help his friend off the floor and embraced him. His friend was a good person and would become a positive influence on someone someday.