Moment 2: First Time

Because having disturbed!Ike is more fun than not having him care about killing Nameless/Faceless Man #3.

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Ike can still remember, as clear as day, the first time he killed someone. He didn’t have a name for the person, never heard one and never will know, as the man hadn’t been important.

This knowledge (or lack thereof) did nothing to change the fact that the man was dead, and it was his fault. A nagging part of his mind kept telling him that it wasn’t his fault, that it was the other man’s.

But it was Ike who had swung the sword, expecting something like resistance, only receiving the yielding of flesh and a warm spray of blood. It had surprised him, and he pulled back in mingled disgust and surprise. He caught himself, though, remembering that “the smallest lapse invites death.”

Everyone else seemed to be used to this, and he wondered how they managed to live with themselves. These people had families, too, had homes, had lives, just as they had.

“Ike, you okay?” Boyd’s voice had floated across the battlefield, and Ike had sheathed his sword and run to catch up.

“Yeah,” he had answered. “I’ll be fine.”

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If any of you are wondering (which I am quite sure you’re not), no, I don’t normally care about the people I kill. Unless they have names and aren’t the bosses. And even then, I don’t bother caring for the most part. So there, Devdan. Going after Titania and getting yourself killed was all your fault.

Ayup. Do review, I need to know if I’m messing things up here. Other than the obvious. We all know Ike doesn’t care about Nameless/Faceless Man #3, but we can all hope, right?

And as that little bonus note, I don’t work well with stories of greater length. Blame it on my inability or my incredibly short attention span. Which shows, cause it took me forever to update.