3. Third Person ( a sneaky animeverse ScarLust drabble)
I loved his brother.
I love him, as we sit in the shack, his body torn, mine so inhumanly perfect that I hate it.
I loved being an 'I'.
We homunculi, we are third person. We are sins. Lust loved them—no, I loved them, Scar and his brother-- and how appropriate.
He's dying. I smell the blood and his sweat and the sand on both of us. Do I only want to become human in order to die? What other choice is there? Is it the difference between lust and love?
I loved him.
I did.
