04-20-2018, 04:28 PM
That was one of many things. He was afraid that, somehow, Roy had died, too. If Hughes had come back, then he didn't see why he couldn't, either. It was a stupid thing to think, that the Flame Alchemist of all people had died. Maybe he saw him as a bit more untouchable than he actually was, but it was still one of his fears. He had a lot of faith in him, though, and there was that doubt in the back of his mind. But then he wasn't sure how else he would have ended up there. Either way, he was supposed to be back in Amestris, working to become Fuhrer like he always had. He deserved it after all his hard work.
Still, he'd be lying if he said that he wasn't afraid of being alone without him.
He didn't want to be selfish and keep him back just because he didn't want to be on his own. Unlike him, Roy wasn't a dead man. He had his own ambitions and goals, his own life. He didn't want to hold his best friend back. What kind of friend would he be then?
The sudden scent hit him, but he didn't look up. He heard him approaching, the grass rustling under his paws. It was both comforting and unsettling to have him there as he debated over everything. He didn't want to cause any worry, as Roy had enough to deal with already. Plus he was just as proud of a man as he was. His sadness was a private thing to him, though there had been times in the past where they had seen each other at their lower points.
Finally, the canine lifts his head, glasses half-way down his muzzle. He doesn't bother forcing a smile, as he probably already knows the emotional turmoil he's going through. It wasn't clear on his face, but somehow, Roy would see it. He knew that much. He just didn't seem like his usual, cheerful self.
"Yeah. Eventful day, y'know?" even he blinks at the blankness in his voice. Although he had done a good job at seeming optimistic for the most part, he was pretty damn depressed about the situation. He can't help thinking about everyone he had left behind, the thought of them grieving over him a constant in his mind. He wonders how his family is doing, and how the Elrics are getting on. He had thought long and hard on speaking about what he had found in the library, yet he eventually decided against it, assuming that they had already found out all they needed to know. The brothers were smart, that much he would admit.
He sighs, the weight that laid heavy on him evident in the deep outtake of breath. The most traumatizing image was the one of his own wife holding the barrel of the gun towards him. Even now, looking up at the tiger, he can still see it so vividly. He bites his tongue, though. "How..-" he starts, then stops. He isn't sure if he can talk about it so easily. It feels weird, talking about his own life like it wasn't even his. "How are things? You know, in Amestris?"
"SPEECH"
Still, he'd be lying if he said that he wasn't afraid of being alone without him.
He didn't want to be selfish and keep him back just because he didn't want to be on his own. Unlike him, Roy wasn't a dead man. He had his own ambitions and goals, his own life. He didn't want to hold his best friend back. What kind of friend would he be then?
The sudden scent hit him, but he didn't look up. He heard him approaching, the grass rustling under his paws. It was both comforting and unsettling to have him there as he debated over everything. He didn't want to cause any worry, as Roy had enough to deal with already. Plus he was just as proud of a man as he was. His sadness was a private thing to him, though there had been times in the past where they had seen each other at their lower points.
Finally, the canine lifts his head, glasses half-way down his muzzle. He doesn't bother forcing a smile, as he probably already knows the emotional turmoil he's going through. It wasn't clear on his face, but somehow, Roy would see it. He knew that much. He just didn't seem like his usual, cheerful self.
"Yeah. Eventful day, y'know?" even he blinks at the blankness in his voice. Although he had done a good job at seeming optimistic for the most part, he was pretty damn depressed about the situation. He can't help thinking about everyone he had left behind, the thought of them grieving over him a constant in his mind. He wonders how his family is doing, and how the Elrics are getting on. He had thought long and hard on speaking about what he had found in the library, yet he eventually decided against it, assuming that they had already found out all they needed to know. The brothers were smart, that much he would admit.
He sighs, the weight that laid heavy on him evident in the deep outtake of breath. The most traumatizing image was the one of his own wife holding the barrel of the gun towards him. Even now, looking up at the tiger, he can still see it so vividly. He bites his tongue, though. "How..-" he starts, then stops. He isn't sure if he can talk about it so easily. It feels weird, talking about his own life like it wasn't even his. "How are things? You know, in Amestris?"
"SPEECH"