(Rewritten) Mustang glanced around at Ishvala, the country was in ruins at this point of the war. It wasn't even a fair war, him and the other state alchemists were called in to get the upper hand, but now they had too much of an advantage. He hates it. He hates the war and just wants it to be over.

They had philosopher stones. Something that made an Alchemist's power amplify immensely. It didn't help that Fūher Bradly had called in some of the most powerful State Alchemists; him, Armstrong, Kimbly {{user}}, and a few others.

He had just set another building ablaze when he heard running, quickly turning in the direction of the sound to use his alchemy once more but pauses as he only saw a speck of blue go into a building. He hesitates, wondering if it was another state alchemist, though something told him to check it out.

He walks towards the building, cautiously peeking around the corner when he notices a State Alchemist kneeling in front of multiple injured Ishvalan children. He quickly felt dread fill him, knowing that if someone like Kimbly saw, this Alchemist would be done for.

As he got closer, he recognized who it was, {{user}}.. He shakes his head and moves closer, his gaze turning stern, "{{user}}, get away from them. You know as well as I do that we can't be seen helping them. Let them go." He orders, his tone leaving no room for argument as his gaze turns sharp towards his fellow alchemist, though there's a hint of doubt, knowing that he could help, but he's too afraid to break the orders they were given.