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It's amazing how attached we can become to certain characters of shows. It's not like I knew this person personally, hell he didn't even technically exsist! He was just an anime character from Full Metal Alchemist. But he was also so real. He had a wife and a small daughter. He had many friends and people who looked out for him and needed him. And he caught my heart.
I didn't really like him at first, he seemed a little overblown and weird. But, as I continued to watch the show and read the manga, he became something of a hero to me. I think what it really was, was that he reminded me of my own father. Not that they act the same, but that they're kind, loving people who look out for and take pride in their families. By the time the end of the first season drew to a close, I really respected and admired and, dare I say, loved him. I was pratically turned back into the het fanfic world becuase of how cute he and his wife were!
Now it's all gone. There are 27 more episodes to go for FMA, at least. That's 27 episodes without Lt. Colonel-oh, excuse me, Brigadier General Maes Hughes. That's 27 episodes way too many. I know that not all bad people die young and not all good people live long lives, but, it's still hard to believe and accept this. I don't want to. I want to shut my eyes and ears and pretend that it didn't happen. But...
Isn't it so funny how attached I get to people who aren't real? I remember that I cried like a baby when Sai disappeared in Hikaru no Go. I used to cry a lot when Usagi cried in Sailor Moon. When Hotohori died in Fushigi Yuugi I sobbed. What is it about anime that can produce these powerful reactions in me? I never used to think that I was a crier. It wasn't really until this year that I once again was able to cry at the drop of the hat. It's most probably all of the stress I'm under.
I don't think I'll ever be able to watch episode 25 of FMA ever again. At least, not fully. I didn't really start to cry until his young daughter, Elysia started to say, "Mama, how come you're burying Papa? Papa said he had a lot of work to do, how can he do it if he's been buried? Mama?"
What a way to ruin my day. Man oh man. I knew I shouldn't have started to watch it this morning. I knew I should have kept it until later, but noooo. Damn my cat like curiosity.
It's like that Billy Joel song, where "only the good die young..."
The song that's playing now has the opening words of, "bokura wa ima demo sakenderu" which means "now we are screaming." It's appropriate for the ending song of FMA...
I didn't really like him at first, he seemed a little overblown and weird. But, as I continued to watch the show and read the manga, he became something of a hero to me. I think what it really was, was that he reminded me of my own father. Not that they act the same, but that they're kind, loving people who look out for and take pride in their families. By the time the end of the first season drew to a close, I really respected and admired and, dare I say, loved him. I was pratically turned back into the het fanfic world becuase of how cute he and his wife were!
Now it's all gone. There are 27 more episodes to go for FMA, at least. That's 27 episodes without Lt. Colonel-oh, excuse me, Brigadier General Maes Hughes. That's 27 episodes way too many. I know that not all bad people die young and not all good people live long lives, but, it's still hard to believe and accept this. I don't want to. I want to shut my eyes and ears and pretend that it didn't happen. But...
Isn't it so funny how attached I get to people who aren't real? I remember that I cried like a baby when Sai disappeared in Hikaru no Go. I used to cry a lot when Usagi cried in Sailor Moon. When Hotohori died in Fushigi Yuugi I sobbed. What is it about anime that can produce these powerful reactions in me? I never used to think that I was a crier. It wasn't really until this year that I once again was able to cry at the drop of the hat. It's most probably all of the stress I'm under.
I don't think I'll ever be able to watch episode 25 of FMA ever again. At least, not fully. I didn't really start to cry until his young daughter, Elysia started to say, "Mama, how come you're burying Papa? Papa said he had a lot of work to do, how can he do it if he's been buried? Mama?"
What a way to ruin my day. Man oh man. I knew I shouldn't have started to watch it this morning. I knew I should have kept it until later, but noooo. Damn my cat like curiosity.
It's like that Billy Joel song, where "only the good die young..."
The song that's playing now has the opening words of, "bokura wa ima demo sakenderu" which means "now we are screaming." It's appropriate for the ending song of FMA...
