"I like to win. Family trait."

A mix for Mustang's childhood and her time at the Institute.
For growing up Gold. For relentless training. For subversive brilliance.
For breaking the chains.

Mustang puts her muddy boots on the table again and leans back. Her golden hair falls past her shoulders in a long braid. The fire crackles in the hearth, making her pupils dance in the night. I don’t miss my old friends when she smiles like that. I ask her to explain.

“No one grasps the game, because no one knows the rules. No one follows the same set of rules. It is like life. Some think honor universal. Some think laws binding. Others know better. But in the end, don’t those who rise by poison die by poison?”

(Cover by https://www.tumblr.com/killjo-q)

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