Snippet #1202995

"I would have been fine." Issac says, slowly sitting up in the bed, groaning a bit as he he does so. Taking the pocket watch in his hand he lifts it up and looks it over. Never before has he ever seen one, let along held it in his hands. To him, it is beautiful, but also a lie. He had never wanted to be a State Alchemist, that was his father's dream, but he knows he must put right what he has done. If what he has read is true, his father is now a souless monster known as a homunculus, and it is his job to destroy him.

"I'm sorry to say that I can't teach you though. I only understand what I can do on a subconcious level, it's just sort of...second nature." He says, then goes quiet as a nurse walks in with a tray, on which are all the supplies he asked for. "Thank you." He says, then waits for her to go before he begins to spill out the bottles contents onto the tray and measure them out. Once he has it all in order he places his hands together, then on the tray, and the green light arcs to and from him as he transmutes the materials into skin and heals himself, though some scars are left behind. "Even if I could, I don't know if I'd teach what I know to anyone. There are too many bad people out there, who would use this kind of knowledge for evil. Just think about it, a person who knows how to strip the skin off a man without a knife..."

"So, that's your gift, Kain." Mustang says, stepping out from behind a curtained off area with a smirk, crossing his arms. "You passed throught the gate, lost your healing hands, and learned healing alchemy instead. Not such a bad deal I suppose, but you'd never be able to become a real doctor, right?"

"That's right. After gaining my automail I attempted to hide my hands and take try at being a doctor, but these things are just too clumsy..." Issac says sadly. "What happened back there? What was that...thing?"

"That was a chimera...and unfortunately, he got away." Mustang says gravely. "Hawkeye fired on him, nearly hit Kross, and he smashed his way out the window. I had to help keep the documents in that room from being ruined, so I couldn't persue him, but I have sent a few men out. Also...neither of you would know why a girl would be wander around dressed as an officer, would you?" He almost smiles a little as he says this, then frowns as he watches Issac stand and make his way over to Darna, the pole for the IV in one hand. When he reaches her he touches her head, then winces. Mustang guesses that he just cured her headache by somehow taking it on himself.