'It's not over yet.'

Was the thought that kept Roy Mustang alive since childhood. From the first days in Madame Christmas's house where he spent his nights solemnly awaiting parents who would never come back from the grave, to the war in Ishval wherein by the end of each 'fight' (If he could even call it that, slaughter was more like it) he continuously proceeded to entertain the notion that he was the one who deserved to suffer and allow the wild flames to engulf him as they welcomed him into hell, punishing him for what he had done to the piles of ashes that were once called people.

Although back then he merely entertained it, by the time the war ended, he was a true believer in his damnation.

With the only thing stopping him is the idea that he could instead strive to make sure atrocities like this never happened again. Becoming the leader, maybe his country and all the people who lived in it might not have to be subjected to the horrors of war again. Because as long as he still held the hope that a monster like he could perhaps help the innocent, his life wasn't over, no, not yet.

So as Dr. Marcoh had been pulled away to attend graver injuries that required immediate treatment, Roy sat on the dingy box of wood that one might call a crate and had his head right back into his hands, returning to his previous state of scrambling to figure out what to do. The chaos of the promised day still occurring around him while he sat helplessly on the sidelines.

It didn't matter that he'd gone blind.

It didn't matter that the stone hadn't worked.

And most of all, it didn't matter that he'd most likely have to retire and thus rendering him useless.

The world still kept on spinning and his life was not over…Yet.

A/N

This was more of an add-on for the previous chapter, but it felt out of place if I just added it in there. Still, I wanted to write about his mental state since I sincerely doubt he'd just brush it off and go back to work. His goal was to become Fuhrer and people, in general, don't handle the idea of their hopes and dreams being shattered very well. - Winterflake n' Corgi