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005. Heiki (Weapon) and Heiki (Fine)
Flame is life.
He believes, understands, knows this.
Flame is alive.
And its heartrate - steady, steady - speeds up in the rush of blue light and oxygen and-
It consumes.
Roy Mustang feels fat coating his lips.
I'm fine.
Bullets only kill.
She believes, understands, knows this.
Bullets are death.
And their haunting, looming, presence slices through the air with pinpoint precision and-
Another man is dead.
Riza Hawkeye thinks of black hair and black eyes as she turns the crosshair away from the flowing blood.
I'm fine.
He kills and she kills and at the end of the day they have only descrated the white, white sand with blood and ashes.
They're not fine.
Never have been.
AN:
It's been a while, but I finally got this written. I dunno, I already knew what I was going to write, but it just refused to be written.
Hah, shortest one yet, and that's saying something.
etione