Re: Living Room
Ed frowned as she leaned back a little and listened to the course of the conversation. She sighed quietly and considered just ignoring everything for a little peace. The softer outlook on life she'd had before, she couldn't really find it. Something in that haze of blurred memories had changed that viewpoint about the world. She understood the viewpoint of the others who admitted to being soldiers. Sometimes whether you wanted to or not, it was necessary to kill.
It could be a fish, an animal, or even another human; people raised their gleaming weapons and let them fall swiftly to make the deaths painless. But the fact was, death happened and sometimes it was your hand bringing it down. Edward would say nothing of this to Alphonse, not yet. "Squall, I'm not sure I've ever asked this but where are you from? From what you've said here and what I seem to know, I already know some of what you do."
The growl was noted as she shifted slightly and flicked Al a warning glance. Squall was dangerous, and something about the brunette haired warrior reminded her of herself. But it was fleeting and Squall was Squall someone completely different. She just as dangerous as Roy Mustang or anyone else who had seen war from the front lines. That much the girl could see and knew well enough to warn her sibling to not play with the bird of prey.