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The funeral was... So sad. At first, I had to bite my lip from laughing, because they were actually burying a pig lathered in my blood. When you think about it, it was kinda ridiculous. But when this conspiracy was all over, I wanted to see their faces when Hughes appeared alive.
But when it started, I got sober. And when Elicia started to cry, my eyes teared up too.
I lifted my head high in the air, my military hat (for formal occasions) covering my face. I couldn't afford to look weak. Especially in front of the Fuhrer.
I knew this was fake. But it just hurt me so much to see the ones I've come to care about in pain. That's what made my tears overflow.

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After the funeral, I was going to go straight to Gracia and Elicia, but I was pulled aside. And, by none other than the Fuhrer's personal aid.
"King Fuhrer Bradley would like you to report in for a private meeting." The aid told me. I clenched my jaw, but nodded and followed the aid back to Central Command, where I was then lead into the Fuhrers office.
There the aid abandoned me, leaving me to face the Fuhrer alone.
I gulped as I knocked on the door, and was let into the room by the Fuhrer himself.
"Sir!" I said, my body tensing as I rose into a salute.
"You may take a seat." He said shortly, closing the door behind me as I tentatively took a seat across from the Fuhrer as he sat down.
The atmosphere was off. I could sense this meeting was not just about military arrangements. But, I started to get my brain moving, calculating the balance of power.
The Fuhrer had the upper hand in agility, strength, and overall experience. I had the protection of the label of "human sacrifice", and the advantage of superior knowledge of the past, present, and future of this world. And, taking that all into account, I was the more powerful one here.
"It seems you've gotten better," he started the conversation, a sharp look in his eyes. I kept a relaxed face, emotionless. I was the one in control, but I needn't let any weaknesses show. He was testing me.
"Yes, I'm back on my feet again, and, luckily, right as my work starts." I said carefully. The Fuhrer nodded.
"Of course, Cold Blood." He said. I was actually starting to love that name now. It was more like a warning, a warning to everyone that I was dangerous.
The more I though about it, the more it made sense. I was like a glitch in a video game: not meant to be there. Any move I make could change the story. I was dangerous, because depending on how I moved, I could change the storyline. I think the hummonculi could sense that.
This made me feel powerful, but at the same time, sick to my stomach. I may have wanted this at one point, but the stress was making me sick. And that sick feeling was parading me now.
"What are you planning to do now that you are a state alchemist?" He asked easily.
"I plan to help the Elric brothers with their research. It would also be beneficial to you, after all." I smiled, and the Fuhrer narrowed his eyes at me dangerously.
"The hummonculi need him as a human sacrifice, correct? I think I'm durable enough to watch over him." I said, eyes glinting threateningly.
"I think you know more than you let on," the Fuhrer said. I laughed slightly.
"I know more than you would think. And I think it is a wise decision to have me as an ally." I said. The Fuhrer nodded.
"Envy told me about that." He said, "Letting Hughes escape was a small sacrifice for the alliance of someone like you. I think that'd be a fine idea, for you to go along with them. Just don't give them any hints, Cold Blood." At this time I think he was just rubbing the fact he was my superior in the military in my face.
"Of course not. I also wish there are no unneeded sacrifices," I said, nodding. That's when I realized why my stomach churned.
I was disgusted at myself. I was sick to my stomach, watching myself join forces with the enemy. I hated the fact I let Envy get away with it. And, the thing I hated most of all, was that this was the most logical decision if I wanted to help the brothers. I needed to make sure everything was running smoothly, and for that, I needed to dirty my hands. I was taking care of the dirty work, and hurting myself in the process.
And it was all for them. These fictional characters which I had only been with briefly, but here I was, risking my life and sanity for them. Maybe I am crazy.
But that's when I reminded myself of why I got in the military and got close to the brothers. It was because I wanted, no, needed to get home. At this point, even my nagging mother didn't seem to bad. And my friends. The reasons I live. My motivation, and my happiness. Some where here, but most were there. My best friends, Emma, Katya. I missed them like crazy. And without having someone to talk to, someone to confide my secrets in, I was definitely going to go insane.
That's what they meant by "Watch what you wish for."
So, I guess it was time to take another risk.
"Sir, may I ask something of you?" I said hesitantly. The Fuhrer nodded and motioned for me to go on. I gulped, looked him straight in the eyes, and mustered up all the courage that I could.
"I want to talk to Father."

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Hey guys! Sorry, short chappie. But OH~ THE DRAMA~
Anyway, this story seems to be disturbing some of you at this point. First the thing with Envy, then the thing with Lynette joining the hummonculi. No, she's not turning bad. She just wants to protect the people she cares about, and get back home. I'm SO sorry if some of you are uncomfortable with this, and I understand if you wish to complain. Please, any criticism is welcome as long as you have stuff to back it up with. I will try to include your ideas and criticism for future chapters. Thanks for sticking with me this far!
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