Lucy's breath came in deep and it stung, but she didn't feel it.

She raised her bloody face, her blood-soaked hair clinging to her face. She grinned. "Is that all you've got?"

Father raised his hand and red lighting came down, striking at Lucy's head again.

Her head reared back and her eyes widened. The lights danced across her eyes. But the pain she should've felt just grazed her and ripped open her cheek and forehead again. But no screams of agony escaped her dry lips.

When she leaned forward, the breathing was harder. Still, she suppressed her healing powers. She had to bleed it out. This body needed to bleed it out. That was all there was to it. She grinned again. "So?"

He glared down at her. "Tell me."

She turned her head to show him her open wounds. "Go ahead."

He grabbed her hair and pulled her hair back. "You're persistent, aren't you?"

Lucy's glazed eyes just stared into space. She could hear the voices of the others to her pain. "She sings so softly, doesn't she?" she whispered to Father. The smile was sincere this time. "What a pretty sound."

Envy blinked and then tightened the chains holding her fists to the floor. The chains on her neck kept her from falling forward. He slowly crouched before her. "Doesn't hurt you?"

"She can't feel it. Nothing hurts her. She's unforgiving and relentless."

Envy grabbed her head and shoved her body forward, snapping the neck with a deafening crack.

But no screams.

Then they saw it.

Purple lighting crackled over her skin and her shocked face relaxed and she closed her eyes. Her body tensed, pulling at the chains before the purple lighting shot up and along the pipes, not penetrating. It made a sickening cackle as it pitched through her body, shooting in between her eyes and fingers and ribs.

She suddenly looked up, her eyes almost black. She smiled, blood dripping off her chin. "That's all you've got? She feels neither pain nor fear. You don't scare her."

Father raised his hand and grabbed her hair once more. He brought her head down, hard.

-Bei-

She tugged on Maes' sleeve. "C'mon. They're over here."

She lead him to a cluster of small headstones. She sighed and smiled at him, sad eyes looking into his curious ones. "There." She raised her shaky hand and pointed.

Maes came to the top of the small hill and stopped dead.

The parched earth with it's dead grass was sprinkled heavily with dead stones made of harsh stones. None of them had names, they all had numbers and "c", "i", or "a" to each number. It was almost chilling the number buried there.

She started to unwrap her bouquet of tiger lilies. "Come. Let's pay our respects."

"Who are they?"

She stopped and gestured for him to come closer, holding a finger to her lips. "They're burying a child over there."

He came down to see three Ishvalian men and one woman digging a hole. There was a bundle of cloth nearby that was elegantly decorated.

Maes couldn't help it. He approached them. "Do you need help?"

The man closest to him simply smiled and nodded. "An extra hand is very welcome, sir."

Bei knelt beside the grieving woman. She put her arms around the woman before slowly rocking with her. She suddenly began to hum an Ishval lullaby. The words were lost to her, but the hymn's tune rolled out like a natural thing.

Maes finally dug it far enough and looked at the headstone for the child. It was only marked with a little "i" with a number, "90157239". "He has no name?"

"Names are sacred to us. There are many things sacred to us." The father knelt beside the mother. "He died from old wounds he suffered as a baby during the Civil War."

Bei nodded and helped the mother lift the baby to his early grave. As they lowered it into the grave, Bei felt her heart drop again. The Ishval war had marred both Amestrians and Ishvalians alike. She smiled to the mother and handed her two tiger lilies.

"But I'm laying to rest only one child."

"One is to take home to remember that some Amestrians still are human." She smiled and gave the mother a hug as they buried the baby. "How old?"

"He was only ten." She gave him a little smile. "Thank you, Amestrian man." She gave Maes a little hug.

They continued home and Bei waved after them. "C'mon, we have to drop these off for the others."

He allowed her to place one on each grave before she wove the last ones into a wreath that she hung from the dying tree.

She stood back behind him. "That's it. Let's go home." She smiled brightly and touched his arm. "I wonder what's for dinner?"