[ the feeling of her hand on his causes a tightening in his throat, and her repetition of his words makes it worse. it's going to be fine, regardless of what happens, but roy knows that riza knows the truth. that he's fighting down the urge to panic, and the urge to tear apart the temple to track down what had done this to him . . .
in amestris, he had been so consumed with what needed to be stopped that he hadn't stopped to focus on himself. he rarely did; most of his injuries were irrelevant in comparison to the ones his best men suffered, and pushing through his own pain to focus on the betterment of others was something roy was good at. this was different, though -- the calm afforded a chance to sit here, in darkness and silence, which made his skin crawl.
he had no alchemy, here. no firepower. and now, no eyesight. if he hadn't been useless before, he certainly was now.
he squeezes her fingers abruptly. ]
Stay with me.
[ it's said quietly; not as an order, or even a question. a tinge of frustration, at his own weakness, and urgency. ]
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in amestris, he had been so consumed with what needed to be stopped that he hadn't stopped to focus on himself. he rarely did; most of his injuries were irrelevant in comparison to the ones his best men suffered, and pushing through his own pain to focus on the betterment of others was something roy was good at. this was different, though -- the calm afforded a chance to sit here, in darkness and silence, which made his skin crawl.
he had no alchemy, here. no firepower. and now, no eyesight. if he hadn't been useless before, he certainly was now.
he squeezes her fingers abruptly. ]
Stay with me.
[ it's said quietly; not as an order, or even a question. a tinge of frustration, at his own weakness, and urgency. ]