ffff i need to stop writing these things BUT I CANT. so i read another fanfic and they had something in there that made me go: "oh! duh! im dumb" because it seemed like an obvious thing once they mentioned it. i might not use said obvious thing in this specific ficlit. ummm ill tell you if i use it.

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She couldn't die here. She couldn't die now. Not while he was still in danger...he was vulnerable. Everything from their past, everything they wanted to forget, was all coming back to them. Especially him. He found Hughes' killer, she had to put a gun to his head. He accepted Envy's death without killing it himself, she finally got to say what she needed to say.

And it all led to this.

They were overcoming everything, but that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt. He glared at the older man in front of him at the mention of Hughes' name. He screamed her title when the blade slashed across her throat. He wasn't ready, wasn't prepared.

She had always considered herself the more rational of the two of them, at least, until she broke down in front of the enemy. Then, just recently when he tried to murder Envy, she went back to her old thinking. They were about equal in that aspect, she thought. But if he did what she knew he would do, she would know who was more rational.

Only one word could decide whether she'd live or die, but she could feel her life slowly leaving her bruised and bloodied body.

She dragged herself up, painfully aware of the blood seeping from her neck. She glared at him. Although she didn't want to die here, she couldn't let him open the gate for her. He was smarter than that. He was more rational than that.

But that didn't mean he'd do the right thing.

He looked over at her, and she knew how she must have looked. Pathetic, worn, tired, idying./i She could see the fear and anger in his eyes alone. He wasn't thinking straight, he was thinking only of her.

"Open the gate!"

He looked up at the man who just spoke, and back down at her. He was confused, he was scared, he wasn't prepared to make a decision like this.

Everything was turning red. Not just the floor below her, but her vision as well. She couldn't move her neck, and instinctively looked at the floor. She wasn't bothered by the large pool of blood that she knew was her own, she just needed to get the word out that he didn't know to say.

"We don't have time! Do it, or watch her die!"

She pounded a fist into the pool of blood, forcing his attention to her actions rather than his own confusion. She tried to shake her head 'no', to let him somehow know that she would never allow him to risk the country's sake for hers.

But instead, her fist weakened and her hand dropped into the blood. She couldn't move, she couldn't breathe.

He went off like a flame from his gloves. "LIEUTENANT HAWKEYE!" He shouted her title over and over. She couldn't bare to hear him sound so weak. She wanted to say something, anything. Just to let him know she was still alive.

"RIZA!" He must have thought that saying her first name would somehow change things.

"NOW, MUSTANG!"

A loud sob and some one-syllable word were all she heard before drifting off to sleep.

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yeah i didnt use it in this one cuz this was PURPOSELY AMBIGUOUUUSSSS