War is a funny little thing. People justify killing during war. Theyíre doing it to make things right, theyíre doing it because they other side is wrong, theyíre doing it for the good of everyone. Itís all really a bunch of bullshit. But people have to tell themselves that so everyone else can sleep at night. So they can sleep at night too. Everything humanís do has to be justified with some explanation. Which I guess I can understand, being an alchemist and all.
But then there are war crimes. ThoseÖ Those make me laugh. I think the only crime you can commit during war is deserting. And not following orders I suppose. But neither of those are the reason I am in jail, although I have been imprisoned for war crimes. Because I had what it took to kill senselessly, even if it meant killing some of my Ďcompanionsí. They donít understand it, and after the war was over I was brought up on charges. After. Because with me on their side, we were winning the damn war. Not that I would call it that, even though I have been.
Ishbal. Was. A. Massacre. Simply put. And a hell of a one at that. Those people didnít stand a chance. Most of them ran scared at the sight of a military officer. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered why we were there, destroying those people in some mass genocide. But really, I couldíve cared less, I could still care less even after spending years in solitary confinement awaiting my execution. Which you know, I wonder why I havenít received it yet. Bradley must have some insane reason up his ass for keeping me alive. And it certainly isnít my unfair imprisonment.
I digress though. I do that. I have a lot of time to think. And thinking leads to almost endless digression. See, Iíve done it again. What was my point? Oh yes, war and itís crimes and such. To me, all war is, is manís natural instinct let loose. Frankly weíre animals. Iíll admit it, and it is our instinct to kill those weaker than us. Iíll even go as far as to say, since we humans do feel things like emotion, that we do it for joy. That is, if weíd let ourselves live on a purely instinctual level.
I most definitely enjoy killing. Not-so-spontaneous combustion for one. With my hands and the ingredients of the human body, and can turn a person into a bomb. The idea of a walking ticker that could go boom at any second just gives me an absolute thrill! And then when I see it explode, why I canít stop laughing usually. Blood, bones, body tissue, muscles flying in every which direction. Itís complete carnal beauty!
I suppose this is why I was imprisoned. Because I am considered insane. I like the term maniac myself. Because maniac encompasses a wide variety of things. I like Megalomania or Pyromania. But see, Ďmaniací does not only make me insane, but it makes me intellectually insane. You never hear of a dumb maniac. Wild, certainly, unpredictable of course. But never stupid.
Hold on! Wait! I couldnít beÖ But oh yes, yes it is. That sound is unmistakable. The sound of an explosion not too far away. I think things are about to get interesting.
Okay. This was inspired by Omakase-san from a little discussion thingy we were having because I couldnít remember Kimbleeís first name. So I guess in a way this is dedicated to Omakase-san because otherwise I would have never thought of it.
Now, that thatís out of the way, I think I may have went a little overboard on Kimbleeís insanity. As much as I liked his character, I never paid too much attention to his personality. I hope I didnít totally make him out of character. --Worries--