Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever or have ever owned Full Metal Alchemist
--- Cureless ---
Everyday it was the same. He was either mourning the death of Maes Hughes, or he was sulking about the war in Ishbal. The nights spent remembering Ishbal, she would feel more worry towards him. He would stare at his clean white blood soaked hands. He would mask the non existent scent of burning flesh and blood with the scent of cheap cologne. And the worst one of all was when he would try to wash away the taste of dirt and ash in his mint fresh mouth with the bottle of scotch. He was ill, and so she worried.
A/N - I did my best to come out with this. I mean, he will forever be ill with the memories of Ishbal and so, he was cureless. Right? Right? Right?