WHAT EQUALS THE VALUE OF A HUMAN SOUL? // OPEN, TASK

[Roy Mustang]

Roy wished that he could stay far away from this room, from that circle that was carefully drawn in chalk. It made him furious, mad beyond belief that Hughes almost committed the taboo. He considered Hughes to be quite lucky that he managed to walk in just in time to stop the transmutation from happening. If he waited a second longer, the outcomes could have been much different. He could have walked in to see a large eye open in the center, and little black hands around the circle as it glowed that blue, alchemic light. Hughes could have been hurt, he could have walked in to hear his friend screaming out in pain, blood splattered on the ground.

As he padded into the room with a bucket of soapy water, which he held the handle by his jaws, and a sponge inside the bucket, his eyes fell onto the array. The array was complicated, there were marks on it that Roy had trouble deciphering- he wondered how Hughes managed to find the information to draw this out. Not only draw it out, but understand it too. He can understand why Bastillepaw assumed it had to do with a cult. This array, from what he's seen from the Elric brothers, and how it sent him here and took his life away from Amestris, he knows that this is array is pure evil. He doesn't want Hughes to attempt it again, or anyone else to come across it and try to decipher it. It was best if it was removed, even if he didn't want to look at it. Roy placed the bucket down on the ground, standing before the array, grabbing the soaking wet sponge. "What was Hughes thinking?" He muttered to himself, as he began to scrub at the chalk array away. "Even he should know that this is forbidden for a reason," He added as ears flattened to his skull, continuing to scrub away at the array.