04-25-2018, 07:19 PM
Hughes listened to the recent news with perked ears. He frowns at the sour news, but isn't at all surprised by any of it. His heart does sink at the news about the Fuhrer, though. He had hoped that he was wrong, that it was all somehow just a huge coincidence--but this proved that it all had been more than his imagination playing tricks on him. His death had been purposeful. These attacks were a lot more than what they had first seemed.
He nods, realizing now that he didn't need Roy around, but Amestris did. He wanted him to stay, yet he knew that he didn't belong there. He belonged back in the city, defeating the homunculi like he was supposed to, and becoming leader. It was his right. He had always agreed with his aspiration, and especially now, even though it went against his wishes. With a slight bitterness, he accepted the fact that he would eventually be left on his own.
The canine thinks that's the end of it, as silences takes over, the crickets singing and almost seeming to mock them. Then Roy asks the question he had been expecting for a while. His end had been a mystery, despite how much they had tried to solve it. The thought that his killer might be brought to justice, and that his family will get some peace of mind, makes the idea of being left a lot more easy. He does his best to rack his brain, the memories painful to dig up, both physically and emotionally.
A surging pain cuts into him, right where his scar is. He grits his teeth, his jaw clenching, but he manages to keep a somewhat straight face. It sears up through his chest, the ache making his throat dry. Yet he still presses on to answer. "I..I don't know. They looked like Second Lieutenant Maria Ross, but..they weren't her. Then-" he inhales sharply at the memory. He closes his eyes, telling himself it wasn't real--that it hadn't been his wife. "Then they looked just like Gracia. I tried to defend myself--I did..but I just couldn't," he recalls the details with sadness in his chest. He couldn't help wondering how things would have ended if he had just made a move.
The next question is a little harder. His memory is still slightly blurry, mostly around the time of his death. But he still does his best to remember what he had tried to inform Roy of. He knows that it had been important.
"I..I had been doing research. I was looking back at records, and I..realized something. All the military activity, it all connected somehow. But I can't remember how," Hughes sighs. He only knew that the homunculi and the military itself were working together. It was all he could remember from what he had found out. "I'm sorry. My mind's in shambles. But I'll let you know if it ever comes back to me, alright?" he promises, as it was definitely something important--important enough to be killed in order for it to be kept secret.
"SPEECH"
He nods, realizing now that he didn't need Roy around, but Amestris did. He wanted him to stay, yet he knew that he didn't belong there. He belonged back in the city, defeating the homunculi like he was supposed to, and becoming leader. It was his right. He had always agreed with his aspiration, and especially now, even though it went against his wishes. With a slight bitterness, he accepted the fact that he would eventually be left on his own.
The canine thinks that's the end of it, as silences takes over, the crickets singing and almost seeming to mock them. Then Roy asks the question he had been expecting for a while. His end had been a mystery, despite how much they had tried to solve it. The thought that his killer might be brought to justice, and that his family will get some peace of mind, makes the idea of being left a lot more easy. He does his best to rack his brain, the memories painful to dig up, both physically and emotionally.
A surging pain cuts into him, right where his scar is. He grits his teeth, his jaw clenching, but he manages to keep a somewhat straight face. It sears up through his chest, the ache making his throat dry. Yet he still presses on to answer. "I..I don't know. They looked like Second Lieutenant Maria Ross, but..they weren't her. Then-" he inhales sharply at the memory. He closes his eyes, telling himself it wasn't real--that it hadn't been his wife. "Then they looked just like Gracia. I tried to defend myself--I did..but I just couldn't," he recalls the details with sadness in his chest. He couldn't help wondering how things would have ended if he had just made a move.
The next question is a little harder. His memory is still slightly blurry, mostly around the time of his death. But he still does his best to remember what he had tried to inform Roy of. He knows that it had been important.
"I..I had been doing research. I was looking back at records, and I..realized something. All the military activity, it all connected somehow. But I can't remember how," Hughes sighs. He only knew that the homunculi and the military itself were working together. It was all he could remember from what he had found out. "I'm sorry. My mind's in shambles. But I'll let you know if it ever comes back to me, alright?" he promises, as it was definitely something important--important enough to be killed in order for it to be kept secret.
"SPEECH"