Lust looked down at the crumpled form of the only man she had ever felt anything other than hate or indifference for. It killed a small part of her to eradicate him, but she knew it had been necessary. She was a homunculus; homunculi did not have feelings. She leaned down and touched his face with a gloved hand. His skin felt soft, his face so like that man's…the man that was the center of these…memories? She supposed that was an appropriate word for these flashes of images.
She couldn't wash off his touch. In truth, she didn't want to. His touch had completed her. His embrace had filled a void in her, filled it with a warmth that came from deep inside her. His gentle voice had brought a small smile to the surface; his kind eyes had brought a softness to her voice that was unheard of. But she had known it couldn't last. It was absurd, the notion of falling in love with a human. Even falling in love at all was beyond her reach. But…with his tender touches and utter devotion, he had helped her grow a heart. And as she rode off in a carriage with Gluttony, she realized that that had been her little mistake, allowing him that close.
-Fin-
