The air was dry and the sun was burning hot. It was just like those days in the past and he was relieved that the reason for him being here, in Ishval, was different. There was no smell of burnt corpses either, the odor he was acquainted with from those days, the one he would always remember. Anguish screams of burning Ishvallan, of burning human, that always haunted his dreams weren't heard today, just the wind and the soft rustles of the sands beneath him. He stopped his track to the office and turned to look at his aide whose eyes were filled with questions.
"Sir? Is there something wrong?"
"No. I just..." Roy stopped himself and looked at the distance. He smiled a little and said, "Are you with me this time too?"
"After all this time, Sir? I thought you know my answer."
"Of course. I just want to make sure."
He felt content. He felt grateful, to the God, to the Truth, or whatever that governed the universe. These bloodied hands of his would be given a chance to build and helped people.