Dreams are made from White Strings [Kimblee x Reader]

8.: Why

Talking with Kimblee came easy to you. He was smart and well-read, able to talk about all kinds of topics. It actually felt good and was quite interesting, so time flew by, and soon, the sun had set behind the mountains and the lights in the train were turned on. The atmosphere was almost romantic, also due to the fact that he could very well afford a compartment in the first class.

Soon, you got too curious, so you decided to finally ask the question burning on your tongue.

"... is it true?"

"What?", he asked in return.

"What they say about you. That you're a psychopath, who slaughtered Ishvalians and many others..." Towards the end, you lost a bit of confidence, so your voice got quieter. What if you had insulted him with that question?

He didn't seem to mind one bit, however.

"I prefer the word 'heretic'", he said with a small smile on his lips, while he rested his chin on his hand.

"Because 'psychopath' indicates you're crazy?", you asked, curious to explore his way of thinking.

"Exactly", he answered. "I don't consider myself crazy. My morals may differ greatly from society's, but I'm fully aware of what I am doing, and I don't act thoughtless. But to answer your question: yes, it's true."

"Why did you do it?", you asked further. "Do you enjoy killing?"

"It's not the killing itself, though that is a pleasurable side effect. Actually, it's the explosion that I love. The sounds are marvellous!"

When he explained this to you, he seemed to contradict his former statement a bit, he did seem slightly crazy, talking about explosions with a huge grin on his face and an evil glimmer in his eyes.

Briefly, you felt like throwing up. He really was a psychopath after all. But still, it was interesting, and you wanted to know more about his motives.

"Do you like having power? Enough to take people's lives?", you asked.

"Yes, of course. But what about you?", he answered with a question aimed at you. It took you by surprise.

"Me?"

"Yes. It's boring to talk only about myself. Do you like having power over others?" This time, Kimblee eyed you with interest.

"I... I don't think so. I mean, I've never been in the situation of having that kind of power -", you explained while thinking about his question.

"Actually, you do have it, right?", he interrupted you. You stared at him shortly, before you realized that he was right. Because you hadn't used your powers in a few days, and you tried your hardest to forget about what had happened, it had slipped your mind that you were, in fact, a lot stronger than the average human.

"Yes, I've acquired power. But I don't want to use it to hurt others. I want to help people", you said firmly.

"You want to help your sister", Kimblee said, like he wanted to correct you.

"I want to help others, too", you said, feeling the need to defend yourself. You didn't like the fact he was trying to make you look like a bad person. Because you definitely weren't, in contrary to him.

"So you're saying you care about someone unknown to you?", he asked.

"Of course, everybody has the right to be helped!", you raised your voice a bit, slightly irritated now.

"Then what if someone else has to die for your sister to be saved?"

"This situation is unlikely." You crossed your arms in front of your chest to calm down again.

"Oh no, not at all. In contrary, you are in this exact situation right now. What if I asked you to kill someone? You'd have to obey for me to keep paying for her treatment. Actually, this situation is very likely to occur."

"I..." You were left without words.

"If you have to choose between Isa and a stranger, who do you pick?", he asked.

"... Isa." Your anger turned into defeat. He had won this ideological fight, and of course, he was smug about it.

"There you have it, (y/n). Claiming to be such a kind person, but willing to kill for your sister's sake", he concluded with an arrogant smirk, knowing he had defeated your argument.

"You do not care about the lives of other people?", you asked, even though deep down, you knew the answer already.

"I don't easily get attached, so, no, not really." Exactly what you had been expecting.

This, in turn, evoked another question that had been on your mind since quite some time. Last time, he hadn't answered, bit right now he was so generous and honest with his replies, so you decided to try again.

"Why me?", you asked.

"What do you mean?", he asked in return.

"You claim to not get attached, so why did you save me? Why did you request for me to work under you?"

After a short pause, probably of contemplating whether he should tell you or not, he answered.

"... At first, it was because I owed you for saving my life. But then, when you were so dedicated to do everything in your might for your sister, you sparked my interest."

You asked yourself just how you had sparked his interest, from your point of view you were nothing but a normal girl with slightly bigger problems than the average person your age.

"But you should know, that I don't do things half-heartedly", Kimblee continued, tearing you from your thoughts. He leaned closed to you, and almost dangerously whispered the next part to you. "Which means that an interest could easily turn into an obsession."