Reincarnation (AU) || vengefuldestruction
Shifting from one foot to another, the girl listened to his words with apt attention. It was no secret that his words shocked her greatly; war and bloodshed were topics that shook the gentle girl’s heart to the core every time. It was further aggravated by the mentioning of taking his brother’s arm - what did he mean by that? Surely Scar wasn’t speaking literally, was he? But from the sounds of things…
“…” Cait fought for an answer to give him. How would he react to a confession that she, a student of Amestrian alchemy, dreamed of becoming a state alchemist?
And dare she want such a dream when it came with such tarnish?
“Vengeance.” It was the only word the girl could come up with at the moment. “Vengeance….”
She was nervous, openly so, and didn’t bother to hide it- it didn’t seem like it was too painfully personal to even think about to her, but still, she seemed relatively normal enough. Most people didn’t want to hear about it. He wasn’t most people, and he could never have the option to put it out of his head the way people unaffected by the war were, but he ….didn’t see it exactly the way most would assume. It coursed through his mind every day, different aspects and cut-up memories, vague concepts and words and senses, that he could never entirely eradicate from his head but sometimes he could not entirely recall them in order the way memories were supposed to work but nothing worked the way it was meant to.
That, he could deal with, that he would live with.She seemed as if she could tell.
“What do you know of vengeance?” he asked under his breath, looking at the sky, deep in thought, the way she was.
