Summary: Mustang questions his sanity and searches for redemption as memories from the Ishbalan uprising silently tear him apart.
Chapter 8 is now posted: It was early in the day and the still-rising sun had not yet become hot enough for the cool, grey morning haze to burn off completely. The fog clung to the tops of the maple trees and flowed over the green, rolling hills that flanked either side of the train as it wound its way toward Resembool. The mist beaded tiny droplets of moisture on the train’s wide windows, the wind outside distorting the water and making it move across the glass in a chaotic, frantically beautiful dance.
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