"Mr. Marcoh?" Kirina called. "Mr. Marcoh!"
"Kirina, what's going on?" Mustang asked, knowing full well what had happened.
There were tears in Kirina's eyes. "I can't find Mr. Marcoh. Where is he?"
"Maybe he took a walk?" Mustang suggested.
The tears spilled out of Kirina's eyes. "Why are you lying to me? He left, didn't he?"
"No, of course not," Mustang protested. "Why would he leave you behind?"
"Because he tarnished his hands forging the stone. I should've helped him. Maybe then he would've taken me along with him."
"Kirina . . ." Mustang trailed off and looked away. He couldn't think of anything to say, but then again, he couldn't tell her the truth.
Kirina ran back indoors and came out with a sack.
"Kirina, where do you think you're going?" Mustang asked.
"To find him, of course."
Mustang grabbed her arm. "Don't be ridiculous! You're only, what, nine or ten years old!"
"So? Leave me alone!"
Her last words had more than just one impact. The tears became red and fell on the ground, causing an alchemic reaction that made sharp red quartz wands pop out of the ground without warning. Mustang drew away as Kirina stared at him, half-defiant and half-afraid.
"Don't tell anyone," she pleaded. "Don't tell anyone I can do this."
Kirina turn away and ran away.
"Wait, Kirina!"
Mustang's words were lost. Kirina could no longer hear what was around her. That strange tune that she had heard when she was five came back to her. Yet the only words she could understand were still "kesenai tsumi".
"Inerasable sin . . ."
That concludes the memories (for now). Next up, the future . . .