[[In their matching uniforms, the two of them standing amongst the results of his alchemy, Armstrong feels his blood run cold. This has to be a trick, a sick joke. Will this monster ever stop?]]
Kimblee, what....where did you get-
[[...but as Armstrong looks closer, something deep within him knows this isn't the Kimblee he knows. This one is more youthful, with a brashness about him, a dangerous glint in his eyes to go with the arrogant smirk.
Exactly how he was seven years ago. In the Ishval war.]]
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[[In their matching uniforms, the two of them standing amongst the results of his alchemy, Armstrong feels his blood run cold. This has to be a trick, a sick joke. Will this monster ever stop?]]
Kimblee, what....where did you get-
[[...but as Armstrong looks closer, something deep within him knows this isn't the Kimblee he knows. This one is more youthful, with a brashness about him, a dangerous glint in his eyes to go with the arrogant smirk.
Exactly how he was seven years ago. In the Ishval war.]]
A....ah.....