And like the untrained animal he is, he bit you as soon as something he liked better came around.
In the version of Amestris I know, the Fuhrer is Wrath, not Pride; Pride is someone else entirely, one of those I mentioned working closely with before. Envy is the other, though ultimately most of my orders came from Wrath. He kept me off of death row because I was useful; I wasn't aware of this...business with the prisoners being used to create Stones until I came here, but it answered a fair amount of questions - I was often asked by the guards what I did to keep myself off from being executed, and I never really had an answer, though I had a rather good time answering them anyway with whatever I could think of, just to see how much they were willing to believe.
I was granted a pardon eventually - not an exoneration, unfortunately, so rejoining the military properly was out of the question, but in a way that worked out in my favor given the lack of red tape that would have to be cut through before I could do anything as a proper soldier. I've been serving the Homunculi since then.
[...well, as long as you don't count the last, like...two minutes his soul was still conscious - but what's 120 seconds between acquaintances, anyway.]
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In the version of Amestris I know, the Fuhrer is Wrath, not Pride; Pride is someone else entirely, one of those I mentioned working closely with before. Envy is the other, though ultimately most of my orders came from Wrath. He kept me off of death row because I was useful; I wasn't aware of this...business with the prisoners being used to create Stones until I came here, but it answered a fair amount of questions - I was often asked by the guards what I did to keep myself off from being executed, and I never really had an answer, though I had a rather good time answering them anyway with whatever I could think of, just to see how much they were willing to believe.
I was granted a pardon eventually - not an exoneration, unfortunately, so rejoining the military properly was out of the question, but in a way that worked out in my favor given the lack of red tape that would have to be cut through before I could do anything as a proper soldier. I've been serving the Homunculi since then.
[...well, as long as you don't count the last, like...two minutes his soul was still conscious - but what's 120 seconds between acquaintances, anyway.]