Edward Elric
I almost lost him once, and now I knew that I could never, ever, let my little brother go. Not like this. Not when it's all my fault...
"Al..." My hands, both real and made of flesh, moved to the transmutation circle written in blood on my chest. "Al... This is for you. My life for yours." Because I can never live without you, I can never smile, laugh, or cry again without you, Al, because you're my little brother, and I'm never letting go of you again.
Roy Mustang
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Broken. They were broken, as surely as Hell's mark was on them. Two brothers, and the only thing they could cling on to was each other...
How could I have made such a mistake? To ask these two, small broken boys to join the military?
I closed my eyes and leaned back heavily onto the chair, and hoped. Hoped they wouldn't pass the exams. For even if they had gone through Hell and back, nothing could prepare them for this, the sacrifices they would have to make. To kill a person on the whim of a superior. (An image of the Rockbells. A gun in my hand.)
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Later that day, Edward Elric grew up and became a certified State Alchemist.
But it never really was enough...