#aerugo

“ Listen up—there’s no war that will end all wars,’ Crow tells me. ‘War breeds war. Lapping up the blood shed by violence, feeding on wounded flesh. War is a perfect, self-contained being. You need to know that.’ ”

- Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

In which Amestris has been at war for so long, its neighbours cannot imagine friendly relations with it. All it takes is one wrong move, a single unfortunate mistake, and war like nothing even Amestris has seen before breaks out on all fronts but the desert.

> Mistakes have been made.

> You really should be getting back to your hiding place, but... You're still out, and it's getting late. You sit on the curb, the walking stick that's been helping your balance laid next to you. You raise your hand to catch the attention of the closet troll who seems open.

> You really don’t want to be doing this, but you have no other choice. Your fingertips quietly scrape a wall as you transition from leaning on it to walking again. Your knees keep wobbling to a point that makes it hard to walk...

> To top that off, the untroll-ish noise of your “breathing” is either getting louder, or how scared you are of someone hurting you is making it seem so. It’s become a constant rattle. Turning a corner, you raise your voice enough for a nearby troll to hear.