A quick, short feeling of relief ran through his veins when the wildcat announced she would be leaving. She reminded him far too much of Lust, and he was actually pretty positive it was her. He didn't want to share a home with that thing- the Ascendants would no longer feel safe for him or Hughes. He knows he shouldn't really speak for his friend, but Hughes is alive again- he doesn't want to loose him again. He has no idea if Lust had any involvement with Hughes murder and he'd rather keep her away if she had. His thoughts were distracted from "Raven" for a moment when Eternalwar nudged him lightly. He glanced over at the tiger, ears pinning back. "If my assumptions of who she really is are correct, then I unfortunately know of her."

And then his attention quickly settled back onto Lust, as that large, familiar smirk grew on her features. That would be another sign for Roy to assume who she was, but as soon as she spoke directly to him, he didn't have to assume anymore. "Oh my, it's my old 'friend' Roy Mustang." He heard that seductive voice speak, and it instantly caused Roy's lip to curl up more into a snarl. He is not her friend, she was only saying that thanks to Bastillepaw here! But the mocking tone can be heard well clearly, but he still didn't want people to assume he was friends with such a monster. "I would say it was nice to see your face, but you killed me before. So, a little payback doesn't hurt."

Roy didn't even have a chance to give a time to react to her words, as the melanistic bobcat was still processing on the fact that this bitch is alive too. His blue eyes widened with pain as her long, sharp claws dug deep into his chest, the male just managing to keep a yelp down his throat. It was painful, and it should have been expected from her. He felt ashamed for not seeing this coming, he should have been more careful. He remembered how she stabbed him the last time, the only reason why he didn't bleed to death was because he cauterized the wound. This time around, he was caught off guard. But as soon as he was stabbed, the claws were torn out of his body by Lust, who didn't seemed she was going to stay any longer. Before he knew it, the wildcat was padding off, laughing as he did so.

Blood began to bubble in his chest wound, droplets of blood dripping onto the ground and staining the grass. Red blood stained his chest fur, and the male stepped back to sit down, placing one of his front paws on the wound to give it pressure. Now his paw, and flame array were going to be stained with blood- but thankfully his array is engraved into his pawpads, so he doesn't have to worry about ruining it. "She isn't, nor was she ever, my friend Bastillepaw," The Flame Alchemist said through gritted teeth, "For starters, she wasn't even human and almost killed me and my subordinates," If it wasn't a known fact that Roy was apart of the military as a human, then hopefulyl it should be known now. Plus considering Lust said he killed her in front of everyone, to the peaceful, mostly pacifistic members, they probably should hear the truth. The truth was that he killed her, and he felt no shame or remorse about it. If anything, when he killed a monster like her, after feeling like a monster himself during Ishbal, he never felt more human.

"It's true that I killed her back in my home, but it had been difficult- she was a monster that refused to die easily. She isn't good news, and I doubt this will be the last time we'll see the last of her." He said with a frown, before looking down at his chest to see his now blood soaked paw. Oh yeah, he should get this checked out. He can cauterize the wound, but it'd probably be best to let a medic look at it first.

"Now, can someone grab me a medic?"