A/N: Alright.
006. Death.
It's not like he never thought about the fact that he could die. He was grown and knew that nobody could live forever. It was during war-time that the thought of dying weighed heavily, not on just him, but them both. A war wasn't something they needed right now. They have both lived through far too much during the Ishvalian War and now this.
He sat up in the cot and rubbed his aching neck. He heard her shuffle in the cot and turned to see if he had woken her. He smiled when he reliesed he hadn't. He often wondered what would happen if he died, what would happen to her. She probably wouldn't be able to look at herself in the mirror. He frowned at the thought of her not being able to go on without him.
Thoughts shifted to what would he do without her. He couldn't even bear to think of such a thing. He felt her hand of his back and turned to see her, barely awake. He laid back down, thinking, the cot wasn't big enough for the two of them. It was much better for one person and...other things. He coughed, trying to clear the thought out of his mind.
"What were you thinking about?" she asked him as he inhaled deeply, smelling blood, her, and dust. He looked at her and lied.
"Nothing, but you better get dressed before dawn breaks," he said.
He watched her gather her scattered clothes and put them back on. She even picked up his and set them neatly on the cot. He would always say her name just before she would leave the tent, but could never say anything more. She would smile once more and say that she would see him tonight. He was getting tired of these games. He wanted to tell her that he loved her so he would have to take the fact that he never told her to his death. He stood up and ran out after her.
A/N: ;-;