Roy Mustang did not like the noise of screams. They reminded him of Ishbal, where the voices of so many still rang out in sorrow. They reminded him of his sins, that he was so near to evil.
Then, he battled the Führer.
Stumbling out onto the front porch in a haze of fire and blood, he barely managed to set the child down before Archer showed up. He had resigned himself to dying right then. Who lives through something like that, after all?
He had all but forgotten about Hawkeye until he heard two sets of shots at the same time. However, he had figured it was sheer delirium and exhaustion. After all, even though she had protected him through the past, he would not blame her if she had run.
Footfalls –not Archer's- pounded up the steps.
Over the roar of the fire, Riza screamed aloud, keeping him barely conscious, reminding him he was alive.
Her scream saved him, he thought. The same thing that tortured him, that haunted his thoughts when he was alone, was the thing that saved him.
Ironic, but lovely all the same.
Somebody remind me to thank her later…
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