[ it's not the answer that he wants, and roy can hear it, exhaustion. pain. an uncomfortable feeling curls into his chest, and it takes him a moment to figure out what it is, before roy pins down the right word for the feeling.
helplessness.
roy had nearly lost her once, and he had vowed never to let it happen again. but here he is, with another broken promise, and another failed attempt to keep her safe. how many years ago was it, that he swore to keep her safe, in ishval? and here he is, still trying to live up to the promise of an idiotic twenty-year-old roy in the middle of the desert. ]
I'm on my way. Stay awake, and stay with me. Talk to me, Riza.
[ and he is, truly, on his way. the plan is being set into motion. he's coming. ]
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helplessness.
roy had nearly lost her once, and he had vowed never to let it happen again. but here he is, with another broken promise, and another failed attempt to keep her safe. how many years ago was it, that he swore to keep her safe, in ishval? and here he is, still trying to live up to the promise of an idiotic twenty-year-old roy in the middle of the desert. ]
I'm on my way. Stay awake, and stay with me. Talk to me, Riza.
[ and he is, truly, on his way. the plan is being set into motion. he's coming. ]
Into hell, remember?