She could feel the blood in her neck.
She could feel her heart pound. She could feel her stomach threaten to throw up. She could feel her head get light and her feet get heavy and her knees get wobbly.
She'd never been sure if she could do this. But now she knew she could. She could pull the trigger. She hoped she wouldn't have to, but she could. And that scared her.
But not as much as he scared her. If Riza Hawkeye knew one thing, it was that this was not Roy Mustang. And if it wasn't Roy, then she could kill it.
Yes. If he wasn't her Roy, she could pull the trigger. But her Roy was somewhere in there. If she couldn't make him stop, if she couldn't pull him back...
Three shots. She couldn't live without him. The little bastard needed to die. And she couldn't let Roy turn into this. She'd promised.
"Colonel! I can't let you kill him! That being said, I have no intention of letting him live. I'll dispose of him."
"But I did it! I finally ran him down!"
"I KNOW THAT! But still..! ...But still... you're about to do something reckless. This will not help, not your country or your friends! This is pure hatred... and I will not let it take you! ...you're better... I know you're better than that."
Please. Her Roy. He'd let her handle this. And if not, then he was already dead.
"...if you're going to shoot me, shoot me."
Don't cry, Riza. Don't you dare cry.
"...I can tell you I have no intention of carrying on by myself. This fight will be my last. Once all of this is over I'm going to end my life, and remove my secrets of flame alchemy from the world!"
What would I do without you? Please, Roy... you're better than this. You're stronger. Step back. Let me handle this. Don't do this to me...
"...that can't happen. ...I can't... I can't afford to lose you. what kind of madness is this? scolded by a child. lectured by a man who has been my enemy," he turned, he faced her, and she hoped this wouldn't have to happen, "and you..."
She just stood there, trying to hold back the tears, looking at him, silently begging him to step back from the edge, to stay on the path...
"...I've done it again. I've hurt you. ...how foolish can one man be?" He walked over and pushed the gun down, and she didn't have to do it... "...please, forgive me."
Silently, they sat down together. Riza wasn't sure whether she was going to cry or throw up, but it didn't matter because he was still there.
I love you. I almost lost you there. I need you. Never do that again. Please...
But she couldn't say it, could she? He knew. That was enough. He hadn't fallen, she hadn't needed to pull the trigger... that was enough.
Now she could cry.