04-17-2018, 01:24 PM
Of course, Hughes is puzzled by what he said next. He had never had anyone tell him that he wasn't actually himself. He watches him, catching the emotions in his eyes and the way his steps back. He can see the uncertainty, the surprise and he doesn't know why but he almost feels bad for him. The voice is definitely familiar to him, especially with the anger seeping into his tone. It brings even more semi-memories into his mind. He can see fire, almost even smell the smoke. He isn't sure what it means, but he knows that it does mean something.
The canine is silent for a moment, unsure how to respond to that. He's fully aware that he's missing a lot, but he didn't know that there were people who knew things about him that he didn't. It's frustrating that he can't recall anything, despite how hard he tries to piece everything together. But, since this guy seems to know things he doesn't, he's hopeful that maybe he can push him in the right direction.
"Ascendants territory? Never heard of that," he mumbles to himself after he's been told where he's at. Unlike some things up until now, the name didn't ring a bell, nor did it trigger any memories. He wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not.
Again, he's taken aback by what he says, slowly becoming more and more certain this tiger was insane. His brows furrow in irritation and confusion as he racks his brain, even though he has very little idea who he is. But if his voice brought such a reaction--especially with the added confidence--then there was a possibility that he did actually know him at some point. It takes him a long moment, and just as he's about to give up, it feels like a flood-gate suddenly opens up in his mind.
Full-fledged memories flow back to him. He remembers it all--even the war, unfortunately. He remembers battling at his friend's side, serving under him after it all. He was his biggest supporter back then. He can remember his wife and child, his daughter's bubbly face fresh in his mind. Then suddenly there's blood, the ringing of a neglected phone in his ears, and the searing pain in his chest.
"You..you're Roy. Roy Mustang, Flame alchemist," Hughes says, a grin stretched out on his face--one that doesn't reach his eyes.
"SPEECH"
The canine is silent for a moment, unsure how to respond to that. He's fully aware that he's missing a lot, but he didn't know that there were people who knew things about him that he didn't. It's frustrating that he can't recall anything, despite how hard he tries to piece everything together. But, since this guy seems to know things he doesn't, he's hopeful that maybe he can push him in the right direction.
"Ascendants territory? Never heard of that," he mumbles to himself after he's been told where he's at. Unlike some things up until now, the name didn't ring a bell, nor did it trigger any memories. He wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not.
Again, he's taken aback by what he says, slowly becoming more and more certain this tiger was insane. His brows furrow in irritation and confusion as he racks his brain, even though he has very little idea who he is. But if his voice brought such a reaction--especially with the added confidence--then there was a possibility that he did actually know him at some point. It takes him a long moment, and just as he's about to give up, it feels like a flood-gate suddenly opens up in his mind.
Full-fledged memories flow back to him. He remembers it all--even the war, unfortunately. He remembers battling at his friend's side, serving under him after it all. He was his biggest supporter back then. He can remember his wife and child, his daughter's bubbly face fresh in his mind. Then suddenly there's blood, the ringing of a neglected phone in his ears, and the searing pain in his chest.
"You..you're Roy. Roy Mustang, Flame alchemist," Hughes says, a grin stretched out on his face--one that doesn't reach his eyes.
"SPEECH"