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Edward faced with melancholy the horde of pedestrians which stood in the way of his goal. Ever since he had joined the military he knew the day would come when he would have to choose between the well-being of the people and his own personal needs and goals.

It was a grim choice for the Alchemist of the People, ever depicted for his devotion towards simple commoners, but the truth was he had priorities, and if he had to trample innocent civilians in the path to reach his goals he would do it. That's what it meant to be a dog of the military, priorities being survival, not justice. It was a sad truth, but that was the burden he would have to carry for as long as he lives.

The Fullmetal Alchemist transposed the long barrier of people while hoisting his silver watch high up in the air, the intricate symbol of the state gleaming with respect and splendor, demanding submission, and said in a commanding voice:

"Two chocolate and vanilla cones, no topping."