[[The explosion makes him jump, twitching, but instead of getting him to stop and calm down it only makes things worse, and his eyes widen in fear-
-as they turned to look back at him, and he swallowed nervously, but there was a small sense of pride in what he was doing. Surely....surely it would be alright if those two escaped? Just a woman and her elderly mother, surely there wouldn't be anything wrong-
-and he screams again, slamming his gauntlet into the remaining pieces of the wall again and again and again, his alchemy only activating every second strike, but the wall starts to fall, to crumble, and soon he'll be free, free to escape-
-if they just quietly disappeared? His new gauntlets, a gift from his father upon graduation, feel heavy, and there is a blister forming on his little finger. But the pain is fading as he sees the women walking into the distance. They've travelling slowly but-
-will he escape? This wall is so huge, so strong; he would know, since he built it, but there wasn't a wall here before? That's what they said before they died, they expressed that innocent confusion and oh god those words burned at his heart for so many years and even now they feel like salt being added to an already raw wound-
-then there's suddenly a whip of energy through the air and it strikes them in the back, together, and it's together that they explode into a million pieces, the only sign that they ever existed in this world reduced to little more than a gash of blood on the dirt, and his legs feel weak, so weak, and he wants to scream and close his eyes and hide but he can't tear his gaze away from the horrible, painful sight-
-that he just can't seem to heal, and the wall refuses to fall any more because his alchemy refuses to come any more, and he's tired, so tired....falling to his knees-
-amidst the broken, bloodied landscape, and there are footsteps coming up behind him, a young man with a black ponytail and cruel eyes and a smile like a snake, offering his hand, and he doesn't need any more information to know that he was the one responsible for the removal of the women from this world, without barely batting an eyelash-
-and it just seems like too much effort to stand any more, his hands sliding down the rock, and he rests his head against the cool, perfectly carved stone and it's there that he allows himself to cry, his tears trailing down his cheeks to slide down the stone wall, and he wonders if this is how they felt in the moment before the soldiers behind them pulled the trigger, knowing that there was nothing they could say, nothing they could do-
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-as they turned to look back at him, and he swallowed nervously, but there was a small sense of pride in what he was doing. Surely....surely it would be alright if those two escaped? Just a woman and her elderly mother, surely there wouldn't be anything wrong-
-and he screams again, slamming his gauntlet into the remaining pieces of the wall again and again and again, his alchemy only activating every second strike, but the wall starts to fall, to crumble, and soon he'll be free, free to escape-
-if they just quietly disappeared? His new gauntlets, a gift from his father upon graduation, feel heavy, and there is a blister forming on his little finger. But the pain is fading as he sees the women walking into the distance. They've travelling slowly but-
-will he escape? This wall is so huge, so strong; he would know, since he built it, but there wasn't a wall here before? That's what they said before they died, they expressed that innocent confusion and oh god those words burned at his heart for so many years and even now they feel like salt being added to an already raw wound-
-then there's suddenly a whip of energy through the air and it strikes them in the back, together, and it's together that they explode into a million pieces, the only sign that they ever existed in this world reduced to little more than a gash of blood on the dirt, and his legs feel weak, so weak, and he wants to scream and close his eyes and hide but he can't tear his gaze away from the horrible, painful sight-
-that he just can't seem to heal, and the wall refuses to fall any more because his alchemy refuses to come any more, and he's tired, so tired....falling to his knees-
-amidst the broken, bloodied landscape, and there are footsteps coming up behind him, a young man with a black ponytail and cruel eyes and a smile like a snake, offering his hand, and he doesn't need any more information to know that he was the one responsible for the removal of the women from this world, without barely batting an eyelash-
-and it just seems like too much effort to stand any more, his hands sliding down the rock, and he rests his head against the cool, perfectly carved stone and it's there that he allows himself to cry, his tears trailing down his cheeks to slide down the stone wall, and he wonders if this is how they felt in the moment before the soldiers behind them pulled the trigger, knowing that there was nothing they could say, nothing they could do-
-and he wishes he could just disappear.]]