Veiled Dream
Ideals are peaceful, but history is violent.
A Few Days after the defeat of 'Father'
Roy sat on the edge of his bed, dark eyes casting out a blank, vacant stare. His hair was in disarray; unlike its typical well-groomed appearance, it was noted to have been seen as. He had collapsed shortly after Father, or the Homunculus otherwise known as 'Father' had been defeated. His ears could listen in to what the nurses were conversing about down the hall, but he could not even perceive the glow of golden rays of sunlight he could feel filtering through the open windows. His nose could smell the scents of hydrangeas, peonies, and other fragrant garden varieties. But no matter how he sensed things he'd taken for granted before, he simply couldn't see, and it frustrated him more than anything. How could he become Fuehrer if he couldn't even keep his eyes on his goals? How could he make a move, when he couldn't even see what was in front of him at this very second? It was preposterous! It was outrageous--it was unfair!
He was so close. So very close to achieving his goals--goal Maes Hughes shared. The one he had climbed the ladder for, stepping over the bodies of his friends for. The idea still stung him at his core, twisting his insides into tightly tied knots that made him ever so restless. Damn Bradley and the homunculi that forced him to open that damn gate. Roy's temper flared and his fingers twitched with a hunger to snap his fingers and somehow make the darkness illuminated by a blinding flash; a spark, a stray electrical discharge that would engulf the murky world he was stranded in now. That's when his mind ignited with a plethora of ideas and became consumed with thoughts of the Gate. The Gate of Truth.
Only ones who had transcended and transmuted human beings had seen it. Felt the agony of all the knowledge pouring into their minds to the point it felt it was about to ooze out of the pores of their skin. It was an entirely unnerving experience. He had been forced by Pride, Bradley also called 'Wrath' to take part in that insane scientist's plan. Ultimately they succeeded when he'd taken Riza hostage giving Roy pause. He'd slit her throat and at that moment Roy had felt he lost everything. He was even willing to go along with their plan if it was only passing thought. Until Riza scolded him and told him not to do it. The reason he'd been used as a pawn was to try and transmute all of Amestris to create a Philosopher's Stone. Every last soul coalesced into a ruby-colored gemstone of enormous power.
However, if Ed and Al could get their bodies back, then he could get his eyesight back. Except, what would it cost--that was the question he was left with.
Roy had stood up and neared the open window, his thoughts could never have been deeper and transporting him from this hospital room. Just when the door open, he knew exactly who had come to see him. She always had--day after day. He turned slowly towards Riza. It pained him more than anything to not be able to see her as she stood in casual civilian clothes. Her hair like golden silk and her eyes of amber gazed at him as he stood there momentarily.
"Lieutenant-" Roy began as he slowly and carefully made his way across the room; reaching out with his hand to both balance his self and to navigate around the bed and shuffled towards her as best he could. "Riza," He spoke her name. Upon reaching the person, the woman who'd never left his side no matter how ugly he was or seemed to be. No matter how angry he got. Yet, it was him saying her name directly that would surprise her. "How are you doing?" He would ask quietly his timidly went to her neck where her throat had been slashed. There was so much he wanted to say--so much he wanted her to know and it showed in his vacant expression. His brows would furrow questioningly, the proceed to lighten up. He was a bundle of emotion and it was clear he wasn't entirely sure how to handle them all.
He was just...grateful she was still there by his side.
