The Central City Courtroom was in a rage that day. The judge has difficulties calming the crowd down; not even the bailiffs could silence the people. Screams and insults were thrown at another bailiff, who was in duty to escort the defendant to his prison. Others would stare in awe and disbelief of the crime the defendant committed. The man's dark hair drooped over his face, tears swelling from his eyes. His hands trembled as handcuffs bounded his hands together. The bailiff placed a hand on his limp shoulders, leading him away. The defendant dazed at the crowed, many familiar faces dropped their heads in sorrow, other co-workers gave one last salute to their superior officer.
The
man looked up at the gloomy clouds, His dark eyes shimmered. He stood
before a car leading to his destination,"... It's going to rain
today."
The bailiff shook his head, directing the defendant
into the backseat, "Please remain silent sir."
The
man's voice began to grow weak, not from guilt, not from regret, nor
remorse, but from grief. "Please don't cry, Riza." He
choked, looking up at the sky as droplets of rain struck the
pavement. He did not regret his crime, but he felt remorseful for
those who were involved in his case.
...Colonel Roy Mustang was
declared guilty for the murder of Lieutenant Colonel Frank Archer.