"What would you do if she was killed?" At Hughes' sharp stare, Roy coughs. "...Hypothetically speaking."
"I'd kill him." He says, twirling his pocket blades with a flick of wrist and curl of fingers.
"And if someone killed me?"
"I'd kill her too."
"Why am I killed by a woman?" Roy asks, genuinely curious.
Hughes shrugs.
"I figured it might end that way." At Roy's sharp stare, Hughes coughs, a devilish upturn at the corner of his lips. "...Hypothetically speaking."
After months of searching, Roy finds the witness he's looking for. He asks the questions, and he receives his answers. The phone booth was dark, the man says. But almost too conveniently, he has a picture, and he points to the woman on the left, holding a baby girl.
"That's her, there."
The man leaves, a white smile against dark hair and green clothing.
Roy looks back down at the picture.
"So what do I do if she kills you?" He asks.
end
To explain: Hughes/Roy and Hughes/Gracia.