“It was my own nosiness, Roy. Even you couldn’t have stopped that. Besides, I doubt it matters what we deserve or not - the universe has it’s own ideas.” Despite himself, he smiled. “Honestly, what I’m doing now isn’t too different from before. Helping you, watching your back - slightly…
“What were you supposed to do, be in two places at once? There was nothing anyone could do. I guess if you want someone to blame, blame whoever it was that killed me.” Hughes wondered why Roy didn’t just do that from the beginning. In his eyes, it seemed obvious… but then again, he wasn’t Roy.
“Don’t be like that. Maybe I was the one smiling in Hell, but you - you’re compassionate, Roy. You’re ambitious, persistent, and you’re just mad enough to plot a coup against the Amestrian government. No one was happy about Ishval, but you did a lot more than anyone else did. Now look at you.
“Almost.” He agreed. “I like this plane of existence, as ar as they go.”He gave a quick flap of the wings. “Besides now I can fly. Not that I’m any good, though.”
((We had that other thread. What happened? *sniffles*))




















Go, Greased Lightnin’, you’re burnin’ up the quarter mile. Go, Greased Lightnin’, go Greased Lightnin’