Just a little drabble. It was fun.
Raison D'Être
By Rurouni Star
I am a killer.
By the time I was eighteen, I had killed my first man. By the time I was twenty, I had slaughtered hundreds. In war, there is no other choice. You kill or you murder (it is murder, by any other name it is still murder) or else you die and fail your country and your family. Better someone else's mother gets the black envelope, always.
I am an orphaner.
I have killed parents among the soldiers, because they're just too stupid or too patriotic and they don't realize that their children will wait for them forever. I know this personally. My own father went to war when I was thirteen and never returned. I still stare out the window sometimes and wonder if he'll come back.
I have held the guilty gun in my hand and looked down on two peaceful people whose daughter will never know how my hand shook or how horribly the blood stained my uniform (and it will never, ever wash out). Because of me, Winry Rockbell has no parents, and Gracia Hughes has no husband. Inadvertent though it might have been, I have orphaned my best friend's little girl as well.
I am an alchemist.
And because of that singularly damning fact, I have looked at seven-pointed arrays and seventy kilogram compounds and stared my own fear in the face at three in the morning. I have come so close to attempting that gateway that had a single strike of thunder not arrived when it had, I would not be here today.
Perhaps, that would be better.
Nevertheless, I am a savior.
I have liberated a country from the shadowed rule of a demon. I have opened the future for the next generation, wiped clean their destiny and opened a million paths. And I have given up everything for it.
And now, I am Fuhrer.