Nothing wrong with the military at all [closed]

[dontkillmebro]

Characters: Sara, Edgeworth
Content: Backdated irony. Lots of it.
Setting: The grounds of the military academy
Time: Five years ago
Warnings: Horribleness?

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[edge_of_honor]

"Impressive, isn't it?"

A young man stepped towards the wall, his back straight, his head raised, and his hands folded behind his back. His age was somewhat inscrutable; his voice was deep, but not overly so, and he had both silver hair and the beginnings of lines on an otherwise fresh and youthful face. Not only that, but instead of the cadet's uniform worn by Sara's peers, he instead sported the crisp, tidy uniform of an officer of the Air Navy.

He said nothing further to her, though, and didn't even spare her a second glance. Instead, his attention was focused on the pictures on the wall.

[dontkillmebro]

[edge_of_honor]

He raised his brow at her clumsiness, before he turned his attention back to the wall. When she commented on her brother, though, he allowed himself a small smile.

"You must be proud," he said. "Which one is he?"

[dontkillmebro]

"Absolutely!" She may or may not have been giving off sparkles as she smiled and pointed at a portrait of a blond man with short, neat hair. "He's a pilot -- the youngest person in history to fly a Gloire-class, too! I haven't seen him in a long time, but I'm sure nobody's better than Brother."