By Henrika

Henrika- I decided that "Family" needed something of a prologue and this popped into my head. Enjoy and Review!

He hadn't dropped the gun when his first shot had ripped through a person's skull. He hadn't thrown it away when he first heard the screaming of those he had wounded. He hadn't run from the battlefield, as so many others had upon seeing the true nature of war. And he hadn't cried because the dust from the sand had dried his unshed tears.

He hadn't questioned why. He didn't ask whether what they were doing was right, whether they were justified to slaughter these people. He hadn't found a reason to do what he was doing, other than the fact that is was his job. He hadn't tried to strangle himself with the gilded braid of his uniform. He hadn't put the gun to his own head yet. He hadn't pulled the trigger yet.

But he didn't use a gun after that first day. He went to alchemy; which was a more impersonal form of murder. He made every death as quick as he could, made sure the screams stopped before they got loud enough to pierce what little sleep he managed to afford in between nightmares.

It was only after weeks of staining the sand red that he asked her. She didn't know why he turned to her. There were so many others he could have opened up to, not the least of which was his commanding officer, who was hers as well. She asked him that question and he had replied, "I thought you would understand better."

She let him ask the question.


"You're a member of the military." The blonde woman said, cleaning her rifle as she stared at the unblinking amber eyes of her comrade. She wondered when his eyes had lost their shine and slipped from the gold color they used to be. "And the military, even when we are at times of peace, exists for one purpose."

"And that is?" He asked, though he already knew the answer.

"The truth, however harsh it may be, is that the military exists for war. Our job is to eliminate those who would threaten our country and our peace."

"And that's all the reason you need?" The tone not incredulous, but weary.



"There are things worth protecting. People who are worth protecting. I aim my gun for the sake of one. Who is it that you're doing this for?"

He paused, thinking of those he had left behind. He had joined the military for one reason and had achieved the goal he had set out to accomplish. He didn't know why he had stayed. "I…"

"Why are you here?"

"I'm a dog of the military." The response was automatic.

"You know that's not true." She said softly. "You've never become corrupt or used people for your own ends."

His mind turned again to her question. "Perhaps I'm here for all of you who protected me. I'm beginning to think that there is nothing that could make that an equivalent exchange."

"You remember us when you're out there. Remember us and that family you have back in Resembool. You remember us and come back to us alright?"

He was silent for a long time. "Agreed." The short blonde ponytail swished the back of his blue uniform collar at he stood. "Can I expect the same from you?"

"I have my reasons to pull the trigger. You're one of them."

"I'll take that as a 'yes'."

"You can take that as a 'yes'."

"Thank you for answering."

"I'm glad you finally found your reason to ask."

He hadn't run from the battlefield. He hadn't stopped doing what was required of a member of the military. And he hadn't forgotten his reasons for doing so.

Henrika- In case you couldn't tell, the characters were Ed and Riza. It just seemed like he would go to her. She kind of has that understanding, yet non-patronizing attitude.