Theme 2: News
All she remembered of that day was their retreating backs going down the dirt path that would eventually lead them to the train station. She couldn't remember Granny, Edward, Alphonse, or Auntie Trisha's reaction. She couldn't even remember much of the war. Just that her mother and father and grandmother always gathered around to listen to the broadcast on the old radio that sat in the kitchen. And that her parents were the only ones in Resinbool who ever went out to war. The war that would eventually lead to the end of them.
Of course she learned about the war in school. But she never did pick up too much information from the class. She never listened. As the teacher talked, all she did was sit there silently repeating to herself that that had been the war that had killed her parents.
But she did learn one thing from the class. That the war that had taken her parents away from her, had been cause by an Amestrian military officer accidentally shooting an Ishvalan child. A tragic occurrence, but a trivial matter, not something you start a war with. This fact only brought her to more anguish over the loss of her parents. One bullet and the life of a little girl, thats all it took to kill thousands.
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"The homuncules, Envy, was the one that killed the child in Ishval. He was the one who started the war," Edward had told her simply, but with tones of anger and hate layering his voice.
Now, she wondered if he would have said it differently if he had known of her involvement with the homuncules.
When she heard the news it tore her apart on the inside. Envy, the very person she had trusted with her life, body, and soul, had started the war that had killed her parents.
She asked Edward how he knew. If he had any proof. And when Edward told her Envy had told him with enthusiasm and pride in his actions, she felt sick.
She couldn't believe she had trusted that damn freak of nature. She didn't know what she was to do. What she was to say to him when they saw again. It was as if she was holding the gun in her hands once again and the options were to shoot him and take vengeance on her parent's death, or to let him go but not entirely forgiving.
But this time instead of this being someone she didn't know, she knew this person and thought that he wouldn't harm her. She had trusted someone who killed people and she still stayed with him. So now it was different between them because he had indirectly killed her parents? She never worried to much about Ed or Al either, they were scarifies, he couldn't kill them. He couldn't even injure them too drastically. So she never did worry about him harming anyone dear to her. But, everyone is dear to someone. And he killed people, but it wasn't till it was her the one losing people she loved that she felt it was wrong to be with him. But it had been wrong since the beginning. What childish ignorance. This was karma coming back to bite her.
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She looked up into the bathroom mirror and saw a reflection staring back at her. She looked into the girl's eyes and found she could not meet the eyes of the young woman, no, girl staring back at her. She couldn't even look at her own disgusting face.
And she thought of him once again and instead of butterflies flying in her stomach, disgust curled around her insides, making it harder for her to breathe. her throat closed up and her chest hurt. She found it was getting harder and harder to breathe. She thought she was going to die.
But instead she found herself crying.