Soldier Keep On Marching On

I Hate Homunculi

Take a stand - clap your hands
And just do the best you can
A worthwhile fighting style
You and me can go on as one
Attention! Don't ya go alone
Your luck, it's got limits

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Numb. That was one word to describe her overall being. She didn't mean numb in terms of not feeling wounds (in fact she was sure her ankle was sprained), but rather in terms of emotional damage. She'd spent years adjusting herself to Amestris and forcing herself into not saving this person or never straight-up murdering one of the homunculi out of frustration only for Truth to tell her that as long as she did it in a funny way she could do whatever.

What the absolute hell was all that for?

Aiden's numbness turned to inner rage at the entity. He could have, at the very least, told her that from the beginning. Of course, her struggles with keeping the timeline intact may have amused him at some point. Obviously it wasn't like that anymore.

The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was chaos - absolute chaos. Edward was chasing Ling, Scar was attacking Envy, and a little girl she assumed was Mei Chang was avoiding Gluttony. Aiden herself was lying off to the side of the fighting, grimacing as she came back to herself.

She slowly sat up and rubbed her forehead in an attempt to stave off her approaching migraine. When she brushed along the wound above her eyebrow she grimaced and pulled her hand away. That wound was still sore along with her left temple where she landed wrong on the rock in Gluttony's belly.

Suddenly Mei Chang and Shao Mei were sent careening across the rocky ground and Gluttony advanced on them. A look of alarm crossed her face and Aiden tried to stand and run, but her right ankle buckled under the sudden weight. She cursed and stood again, reaching into the band of her pants to pull out the gun that'd been stored there when she changed her outfit. There wasn't any way she was going places quickly.

Aiden fired off a few rounds in Gluttony and hid behind a rock before he saw her. With no wind, it would be hard to distinguish her smell over everyone else's when there was a fight going on. At the same time, it would be easy if he could pinpoint who was who and go from there, but she doubted he was that smart. Luckily for them, Alphonse appeared and kicked Gluttony away from the girl which diverted his attention from both girls.

Alphonse picked up the injured girl and ran out of the room, Scar just after him. Envy and Gluttony chased after those three, leaving Edward to fight Ling (who was clearly Greed), and Father and Aiden to watch the fight. With no other options, she grimaced and put the gun back in her jeans. Then she limped out from behind the rock, doing her best to keep little weight on her ankle.

Father turned to her as he completely ignored Edward and Greed. "And who are you?"

She held her head high but didn't dare appear entitled like a few arsonists she knew. There was no other choice than appearing as useful and obedient as an Amestrian soldier should be. "Lieutenant Colonel Aiden Wilson," she replied steadily.

He nodded. "I see. You're that foreigner Wrath allowed into the military in exchange for saving his wife."

"I suppose I am." She glanced at the fighting teens and then back at Father. "I also know there's a problem with me knowing about you. So will I be discarded?"

Her heart pounded in her chest at the question but she was ready for whatever answer he gave. If he decided to kill her she'd do her best to get out and reshuffle her plans to best suit her and the timeline's needs. On the chance that she was allowed to live she'd continue on as she already had been. Either way, Aiden was going to meet both options head-on with her teeth bared.