Snippet #1185049

"To be honest, I'm not certain if these were ever actually human, but yes, that is the idea. In the line of duty, even as begining State Alchemists, you will be asked to preform tasks that no human should ever have to do, one of which is taking a life." Mustang says, his mouth a hard line, his eyes and both very serious as they move from Issac, then to Kross as he steps forward. "Kross Naught, correct? Automail arms and legs after an incident many years ago, adopted by one of our own. I was wondering when you'd shop up. Just like your adopted father, you'd a man of action. That's good, but I trust that you will also be able to control yourself in the heat of combat..."

With that, Issac watched, still standing a good ways back, arms crossed behind his back, his cane held loosely, as the Fuhrer reaches out and lifted the latch holding the cage to his left, their right. There was a metalic snap, then the sound of the henges as they door swung open, and then the noises the chimeric beast within made as it came out of the box. When he saw it, Issac gripped his cane more tightly. He was sure that Kross would be able to handle this thing, and that if not the Fuhrer would step in, but he was also keenly aware of the fact that, just like himself, this beast should not exist. There was a time when it was something, or a few somethings, that belonged on this earth, just as Issac himself had once been normal, but now they had both been twisted by alchemy, and it was just a matter of time before they should be brought to rest. All that he hoped was that he could do some good in the world before his time came.

(that's fine)