My Legs
I couldn't move them. I knew that I should have been able to...
If it wasn't for the Homunculus, I would have been able to walk. To continue to work in the military- work under Mustang.
And yet she, who had posed as a normal human, forced me to stay in bed-rest. She's dead now, I know...but her presence remains above me, holding down my legs.
Will I ever be free? Will I ever be able to walk again?
Heh. Even if I can't...
I'll still be loyal to the Colonel. And I'll continue to support him.
Any way I can...
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Author's Note: I've made sure not to name the character, since there are low chances that someone reading this has read volume ten of the FMA manga. And if you have, don't spoil it for other people by saying who it is. They'll find out in three months. Although...I did make it known that it was a male who helped Mustang.
