Roy came to Riza to take little Roy for a trip. He didn't expect her to cry.

'Riza…? What happened?' he asked, handing her a tissue. She looked at him thankfully and wiped her eyes. Roy understood now what Jean meant saying that he doesn't want to see Riza crying. Neither did he. He didn't know what to do, so he just sat next to Riza, stroking her hair and giving her tissues. God only knows how long he sat there until he felt little Roy pulling his trousers.

'Uncle Roy…' little Roy whispered. Roy looked at him and smiled weakly.

'Hello, little one. Please answer me my questions… when Mommy started crying?'

'I don't know.'

'So Mommy was crying when she was picking you from kindergarten?'

'Yeah… Uncle Roy, I don't want Mommy crying… did I do something wrong?'

'I don't think so… I think that something bad happened at work. Now we must know what it was to make Mommy feel better. Riza… Riza… what happened?'

Riza didn't answer. Roy sighed.

'Little Roy, I have to do something that is… not very nice. If it works, I must be the only one to be blamed, right?'

'Is this… something bad? Can it hurt Mommy?'

'No. I'd never do anything that could hurt Mommy. Trust me. But it's not nice, so Mommy can yell at me.'

'Oh… okay. What are you up to do?'

'Just listen' Roy smiled weakly and lowered his head, so that his mouth was at the same level as Riza's ear. 'Riza… Roy is hurt' he whispered.

Riza shrieked with fear, jumped on her feet and looked around, and then hugged her son.

'Mommy, I'm okay…' little Roy said.

'Yeah, I lied to you to bring you round' Roy said. 'What happened? I won't help you unless I know this.'

'No one can change this' Riza sobbed. Roy paled. He could imagine what had happened.

'But… but tell us, Riza. Please. I think we should know.'

'You are right' Riza sobbed again. 'Jean is dead.'
'WHAT?!' Roy shouted. He was shocked. It was a petty uprising, nothing serious enough to kill a colonel!

Unless… unless it was planned before…

'They killed Daddy?' little Roy asked, starting to cry. Roy didn't know what to do. He wanted to cry, too, but he knew that if he started crying with them, they wouldn't finish soon, so he only sobbed a little, hugged Riza and little Roy and sat next to them, holding a pack of tissues. Even though he didn't want to, he started crying. He managed to keep it quiet. Jean Havoc, one of his best friends, good sharpshooter, loyal subordinate, dead? It was impossible…

'Riza?' he said. She looked at him through tears.

'Huh?' she sobbed.

'Remember back then… six years ago… when you thought I was dead?'

'Of course… oh, I could never forget it… what are you trying to say?'

'I'm trying to say that there is still hope. Don't believe he is dead unless you see.'

Riza smiled weakly through tears.

'Thank you, Roy. Yes… there is still hope…'

Roy walked again home. He knew that there was hope, but it was very small. When he got home, he lay down on his bed and couldn't help crying, loudly and bitterly. He felt guilty for this death. Maybe if he had insisted on going instead of Jean, they both would be still alive…

He wiped off tears and went to the Fuhrer's. He knocked to the door. Winry opened.

'Good evening, Mrs. Elric' Roy said. 'Is the Fuhrer home?'

'Oh… of course, he's here. Come in, Major General.' Winry said and let him into. Ed smiled widely as he saw Roy.

'Hello, Roy' he said. 'Did you come to thank me?'

Roy looked at him in disbelief.

'Thank you for what, Fuhrer sir?' he asked politely. Ed smiled, playing with is pen.

'I got rid of your rival' he explained. Roy stood up angrily.

'You… you…' he couldn't say what he wanted, so he used the fist language. Ed fell down with his nose broken and bleeding.

'If you want me to thank you – THANK YOU! THANKS FOR MAKING RIZA CRY!!!' Roy roared. He was so furious that he felt he could even kill. But then, he lowered his fist.

'I'm sorry, FUHRER SIR. I forgot you cannot see the difference between love and desire.'

He turned away and faced Winry. He sighed and heard Ed giggling.

'You're so weak… you can't get rid of your rival, so you aren't Fuhrer!' Ed said with satisfaction.

'Honey, what do you mean?' Winry asked.

'I mean Al!'

'You…?'

'Yeah! And what can you do to me? Nothing! You're mine! Roy, go ahead and take Riza…'

'I can't take her! No one can! She's not a thing… you didn't understand it, you little brat! I didn't ask you to kill Jean like you killed your brother… because I wanted Riza happy rather than mine! And Jean was my friend… you killed my friend!'

'So what are you going to do now? Avenge him? Kill me?'

'No' Roy looked at Ed. 'I'm not like you.'

Roy went away, too angry to think properly. He was now sure that Jean was dead, but he couldn't go and tell Riza about it. He knew she'd find out anyway.

'Damn it… it's raining again…' he murmured, wiping off tears.