Title: A Thin Red Gulf Between Duty and Honor
Author: joudama
Rating: PG
Prompt: First Word, Last Word
Character: Angeal
A/N: During the war in Wutai. This uses my personal jou-canon of Angeal having PTSD from the war, which is seriously the only reason I've ever been able to come up with to reasonably explain the way he snapped in Crisis Core, and why he so easily believes himself to be a monster.
Honor was a hard thing to hold onto in war.
Angeal tried. He tried so very hard. It was the only thing he thought he had days when the air was thick with the smell of blood, and nights when his dreams were full of burning screams.
He loved fighting the enemy; fighting men with guns and swords and materia.
But when duty said his enemy was villages of women and children with fear of him in their eyes, with blood on his face and ash in his hair, duty made it too easy to lose that hold on honor