Hughes.

The more Roy thought about it, the harder it was to cope with the fact that his friend was gone. "Damn you, Hughes." He muttered under his breath. His head lifted to stare up at the sky, and once again a tear rolled down his cheek. His best friend. Gone forever, for good. It was all Roy's fault. "I know now what you were trying to tell me."

This time, he sat next to his deceased friends' grave. "The Homunculi, yes, they're planning something. Though, I haven't quite figured out what that is." Mustang felt weird, sitting and talking to a grave, a dead corpse. But he had the feeling, that Hughes was right by him the entire time, maybe even replying. "Lieutenant Hawkeye isn't exactly my Lieutenant anymore. The Fuhrer has decided he needs her as a personal assistant. Second Lieutenant Havoc is out due to injury. He's no longer able to walk because of the damn Homunculi. Fuery was departed to the South, Fallman in the North, and Breda in the East. They've taken you. There's not much else. Somehow I know Fullmetal is on my side, even if he says otherwise or seems like he wouldn't be." The sad Colonel sighed. "With all of this, there's still Scar to focus on. Not to mention the other crimes that have been going on lately." He grew silent, resting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I visited your wife and daughter. They're both doing well. Of course, they miss you. Elicia's grown slightly taller, as I'm sure you've seen. As for Gracia...she seems to be doing alright. She needs more company. I'll make it my duty to visit more often." He chuckled. "You certainly found yourself a woman who cares a lot."

Now, the slightly depressed Colonel stared off into space. All was silent until the sound of crunching leaves on the ground started. The sound seemed to be moving closer behind him, slowly approaching.

"...Roy? What are you doing here?" A familiar gentle voice spoke, slightly saddened. Without turning around, Mustang stood up after a moment and wiped the tear away from his face. He composed his expression, changed it into one more blank.

"I decided it best to visit an old friend. How are you?" The man turned around, facing Hughes' wife.

"I've been alright. And you?" She questioned curiously.

"I'm quite alright as well."

Gracia walked toward him and stood beside him, looking down at the grave. It was now that Roy noticed the red roses she bought for Maes. The woman knelt down and set them beside it. "Maes...I love you so much." She whispered sadly. Her eyes had closed when she spoke, her hand on her heart as though she knew Hughes was nearby. As if she was talking directly to him, and not his corpse.

Roy frowned. He wasn't used to this type of affection, he hadn't even realized how much Maes and Gracia loved each other until now. Even after his death, the flames from their love hadn't died out. It never will. Not even after every single person currently living in Central City was gone.

"It's hard without him around." She admitted quietly.

"I can understand." He stared at her, sighing. He felt her pain, her agony. For some reason, all he wanted to do was bring Maes back. Now he could comprehend the reasoning behind Fullmetal and his brother committing the ultimate taboo:human transmutation.

There was a part inside of him that wished he had the guts to draw a circle and attempt to bring him back, even though he knew the outcome. "He was always such a giving man, giving everything he had to those in need." Gracia continued to speak, further saddening Roy. "Elicia still doesn't understand.." A tear dropped on the ground below her, as Mustang could not see her face. Her voice quivered. "My foolish love."

A gust of wind blew, seeming to further chill and depress the air surrounding the two. He noticed that it was starting to grow dark, and he knew Gracia'd be needing to return home soon enough.

"It's getting late. We might want to head back. Would you like me to walk you home?" He asked, not wanting her to walk alone. Central wasn't exactly safe.

"I'd like that." The light brown-haired woman wiped off her face and stood up. "Until next time, my love." She spoke, once again, with that same tone, same adoring voice.

Yet again, it felt as though Maes was everywhere, and a larger gust of wind came. "Let's go." She smiled at Roy.

Mustang felt a drop of water hit his forehead and sighed. "We might want to hurry, it looks like it's going to rain."

They both looked toward the sky, dark grey clouds rolling in quickly. A sound of thunder could be heard far off.

He nodded, and together they walked out of the graveyard and into the streets of Central.