There is nothing left in him; she can see it in his eyes.
At first, she doesn't know who he is, but he knows who she is. From afar he has watched her, concentrated on every move she has made, attempted to figure out what words have escaped her lips. He is obsessed with her – she is peculiar. "Peculiar" as in "different". But who is he to talk about what is "different" and what is not?
He is puzzled. She doesn't fight, like she should. He expects her to draw out that horrible blade from her belt and tear human bodies apart. She does not though. Instead she dares herself: sins. She speaks to the enemy. Mingles with them as if they are like her.
If he had had any idea what she was going to be to him then, he would have ran.
He spots her with the Rockbells. A daunting, white mask is across her mouth, shielding herself from causing infection. A terrifying, scarlet liquid is splattered across her clothes, making her look inhumane. She doesn't quiver at all. He pukes. She is unnaturally strong, mentally. He has seen her create ungodly surgeries. He has seen her hold down a patient that fidgets violently, whilst a Rockbell performs his/her betrayal.
She never catches him. She is oblivious to his red eyes boring into her. He is instantly afraid of her and of what she can do. – he begins to wonder what she is, if she is anything.
He strangely respects her.
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The commanding ladder was longer than he had anticipated. Somehow, though, he has picked her up and carried her to the furthest step he can reach. Her rank shoots too fast; too sudden. He realises the only reason she has become so far is because of him – and he feels like a tool. Does she not respect him? Did she use him to bring herself higher?
It isn't true.
She had fought her own battles to have him beside her. He has been oblivious to the new found bruises and cuts across her white flesh. She has defended him behind his back, and has received awful, awful remarks in return. But she is like ice. He shivers and feels so terribly sympathetic for her. She shows a cold soul, but inside does she break?
His energy has been drained from him. All he feels is a strong emotion towards her. A family has been absent his whole life, and he wants to reach out and grab her, and make her a part of him.
She has dragged him into this military life, without his opinion. She has given him a life. She had many to pick from – she spots him before the death camp does.
A message she has shown in so many ways is finally read through him. He is her message. He is what makes her so different from any other typical commanding officer.
She is the stupid one.
It is unheard of to have an Ishavalan – half blooded or not – beside an Amestrian. It is vile to have an Ishvalan as a colleague – it makes people sick to know she accepts him as a friend. She places him at her right hand. The chair behind. He is in charge beside her. She has created a sin of her own.


She is immune to the harsh names snapped her way. She acts like she doesn't care from being buried alive, or locked away. Violence sometimes ensues, and he is surprised she does not fight back – does not retaliate. Blood trickles from her jaw, and she refuses to show the pain he knows she is enduring.
When attack is upon him, she lashes.
Not a single injury is even grazed. She is his shield.
But she has obliviously stolen him. Everything he had – which was never enough – has been snatched. She has total power over him, and it wasn't intended. From day one he had been beaten and his life was controlled – she beats him with guilt. He can only watch as she sends that dreadful weapon through a man's chest. She wouldn't have this racist problem if he had never entered her life.
He dreads to become cold like her. He would hate to be like her.
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Right from the beginning, accepting him as one was a brilliant mistake.
Slowly and gradually it is realised that he is her weak point. Without him, she is nothing. She is just another officer. There is no "special message" behind her work. She needs him. It's a truth that sends chills up and down her spine.
She doesn't show it though. She wouldn't dare give him any sign of how much she needs him with her. She doesn't "love" the man – that is an emotion too strong. But she feels something. It is more than a simple "respect" for her colleagues. He is her wings.
Wings that are becoming more and more broken. She dreads the day when those wings shall rip and disappear. That is why she devotes her life to them – to him. To show those pathetic, disgusting, racist pigs below her that she is right, and that an Ishvalan is just the same as an Amestrian.
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'Would you kill me if you could?'
He is taken off-guard by such a question. Miles catches her eyes, flinches a little to know she is watching him. He clenches his fists.
'Never,' he bursts. No title afterwards. "Never" – that is all.
She doesn't change her expression of nothingness, 'You can do it now, you know? I'm just standing here, defenceless. You have a gun in your belt – would you want to use it?'
'No,' is she testing him? A ball forms in his throat.
'Why not?' her smile is fake, 'Lots of people want to kill me. Why not you just do their dirty work and be over with?'
He cannot answer because a mix of emotions swell. He feels sad she is asking these questions, but also angry. Yes, it's true – he can kill her right now. Her weapon is tucked away in the corner. She has deliberately made herself useless. But only with him in the room.
It proves to him how much she trusts him.
It hurts to know she trusts him too much, and she knows she does, but doesn't complain.
He now tests her. He grabs hold of his pistol, clicks, and then points it. She doesn't quiver – she doesn't do anything to protect herself, and he grits his teeth. His finger presses down on the trigger, his scarlet eyes daring those aqua eyes. Only a tiny inch more, and she would be dead; gone.
Do something! he wants to scream at her.
He nearly pulls.
The gun lowers and he inhales sharply.
'What stopped you?' her voice shakes. He does have a power over her.
His shaded glasses have nearly slipped off his nose – his identity nearly revealed, 'You're not the one they want to kill.'
They want him dead, so she can suffer.

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其实那网站还有很多少将的同人文!外国的粉丝真的很用心呢

broken wings不是圣魔之血的ED么- -（还是OP？）

继续喷血，还是看不懂一一b
球中文版啊喂——！TAT