165th shot
My father studied alchemy, and when I was young, he frightened me.
He would often close himself in his study, and to me he looked like a man possessed, absorbed in his research. I was never very close to him; I simply never seemed to enter his mind except in passing. But at the time I believed what he told me about his alchemy- that because of its great power, it would bring great happiness to the people, and that all alchemy was for the good of the people. Or I did, until the atrocities of Ishbal.
He never liked the military. He thought becoming a dog of the military was degrading, and refused to have anything to do with it.
He died unexpectedly. It must have been something wrong with his organs, in hindsight-- I remember there was a lot of blood. I don't know precisely what happened, but I heard a noise - because the Colonel had yelled - and came to see what was going on. He might have been already dead by the time I got there.
He left his secrets with me, heavily coded. And I had them destroyed by the same person I gave them to.
I don't miss him. I don't think about him. That part of my life is over.
[ooc; Strikes are gone. She's cursed enough to teal dear, not cursed enough to spill absolutely everything~]
He would often close himself in his study, and to me he looked like a man possessed, absorbed in his research. I was never very close to him; I simply never seemed to enter his mind except in passing. But at the time I believed what he told me about his alchemy- that because of its great power, it would bring great happiness to the people, and that all alchemy was for the good of the people. Or I did, until the atrocities of Ishbal.
He never liked the military. He thought becoming a dog of the military was degrading, and refused to have anything to do with it.
He died unexpectedly. It must have been something wrong with his organs, in hindsight-- I remember there was a lot of blood. I don't know precisely what happened, but I heard a noise - because the Colonel had yelled - and came to see what was going on. He might have been already dead by the time I got there.
He left his secrets with me, heavily coded. And I had them destroyed by the same person I gave them to.
I don't miss him. I don't think about him. That part of my life is over.
[ooc; Strikes are gone. She's cursed enough to teal dear, not cursed enough to spill absolutely everything~]