I don't know.

[ which is another infuriating aspect of the predicament they had found themselves in; there's no rhyme or reason, no pattern, no clues. roy is used to operating underneath someone who holds more cards than he does, but roy holds none of them, and there doesn't seem to be a way to do that. and roy loathes feel powerless. ]

I know that the dead can't come back to life, and I know that attempting to do it pays a heavy toll. [ roy could be half in his grave, old and tired, and never forget what he found in the elrics' home on the day he found edward and alphonse in resembool. ] So what toll does something like that pay? What laws or expectations are forced upon them? And, more importantly, what happened to Maes?

[ was it a trick, or was it real. he's not sure, but he does know that: ]

It's bullshit, and she deserves to rot in hell for doing that to him. And to us.

[ with no small amount of frustration. ]

But I don't like feeling angry, and being angry won't change anything about what happened, or change the fact that Maes is dead.