Roy felt like an idiot. He deserved whatever comments were thrown at him when his clanmates finally found him those few nights ago. He should have been patient. He shouldn't have relied on an instinct that he wasn't used to, especially considering after the ordeal was over, that instinct felt raw, feral, and foreign. If he was patient, if he managed to over come that feeling and waited just a few more hours, his leg would have been safely removed. It wouldn't had to be cauterized, have uneven cuts- Rin wouldn't have to be redressing his wound everyday as well.

Roy felt like a burden, having to stay in the Cleric's den while his wound heals. He was mad at himself that he made this situation ten times worse than what it originally was. While it seemed like a great idea at the time, his decision to amputate his own limb only opened up more, time consuming problems. Rin has to take time out of her day to focus on him, to redress his burn wounds with the correct herbs, and then re-bandage it. Every time she redressed his wounds, and wrapped his stump in new bandages, the anger he felt towards himself only grew. If he didn't give into that animal instinct during that state of desperation and panic, Rin wouldn't have to do any of this so often. He wanted to apologize, that it's his damn fault that she has to help him, but an apology isn't going to change what happened.

Roy, who was laying down, lifted his head off of his front paws, glancing at his newly bandaged stump. His eyes didn't leave his bandaged stump for a few moments, before he tore his gaze off of it. I'm such a fucking idiot, The flame alchemist thought to himself, as a sigh escaped his mouth as his ears pinned back to his skull. If his lieutenant, Riza, discovered what he did to himself, he knew she would be pissed. She'd probably call him an idiot too, and he'd certainly deserve it from her.