Nothing excites me more than the feel of rain against my skin-except for the sound of explosions and buildings crumbling. Every time I feel a drop on my skin, I go back to my glory days in the Ishbal Uprising. I can see it now; Buildings exploding everywhere as the screams of the poor idiots trapped inside filled the air. Yes, whenever I was fortunate enough to come into contact with some Ishbalians, I took the greatest pleasure in turning them into bombs-nothing beats the sight of an exploding person. It was quite amusing to see the expressions on their face when they realized what I did a second before it happened. Oh but the best part was the blood. Their blood splattering on my face refreshed me like a hot shower. Yes. Felling the blood dripping down my face made mine run even faster; it made me feel alive .I remember once I grabbed a kid, turned him into a bomb and tossed him in the air like a crying party favor. Then boom! The resulting blood splatter was a gorgeous sight as I tilted my head back and allowed it to drizzle down on me.
I didn't earn my name as The Crimson Alchemist for no reason.