FMA is Hiromu Arakawa's, I'm just playing with her characters and my non-native English speaking.
This one is a post-canon thing, title borrowed from an Explosion in the Sky's song.
Despite the fact they had taken their new offices for a few months now, it was their first official trip in the slumcity outside East City. Maybe to give its population some time to assimilate that two of the most dangerous elements of the Ishval war were trying to fix things up.
Hostility was palpable in the camp - though no one came towards them, glances and whispers had became burdensome - not to mention the low clouds slowly gathering together, a threat from the sky which could almost be seen as a bad omen.
She wasn't credulous and didn't believe in that kind of presages. Her only faith was in her weapons, weapons she had to let in the car along with Roy's gloves. She was aware it was needed but felt really uneasy - regarding what they had done, she knows something would happen.
And then there was that young girl, almost woman, who fiercely stood in front of Riza, locking her red eyes with hers.
"Do you remember that child you buried ?"
Riza froze, so as her heart, but the girl didn't wait for the soldier to answer and continued. "He was my little brother. I saw you back then, when everyone was leaving."
"Your wrath is legitimate. I'm answerable to you."
"I'm not angry and I thank you."
And the girl turned back without another word.
.:.
"It's starting to rain, let's go home."
She offered him a weak smile.
"I'll never carry on if I deny those tears. It's not raining, and I hope someday I'll be able to add that it's not raining anymore."
A little more and she would break down, therefore Roy decided he didn't care an longer about the rest of the world and hugged her as tight as he could, letting her now short locks tickling him while she was losing herself in his coat.
.:.
Some say the dialogue was resumed thanks to this demonstration of humanity.