Roy wasn't blind. He could see that Amestris ruled by Ed isn't happy. Ed ruled harshly, drowning every single rebellion in blood, raising taxes and killing any opponent, real, potential or imaginary. People lived in permanent fear. No one knew if he or she would survive next day. Many people became his victims just because of a whim, just like Al or Jean.

Jean…

Soldiers coming from the battlefield brought his body. Roy wasn't surprised that it made Riza cry again. He cried, too… Jean was his real friend. Not as much as Maes, but still…

'It's raining' he murmured. Little Roy was holding his trousers to comfort himself. Riza was just crying loudly. Roy was sure he couldn't soothe her, but he tried hugging her.

'Thank you, Roy' she sobbed. 'How could this happen…?'

'They said it was a stray bullet' Roy said.

'But how…'

'I don't know.'

Stray bullet. It was always called so if comrades shot someone. Roy knew that Riza knew this. Anyway, who didn't?

Roy walked Riza home. It was almost everything he could do. He laid her down on her bed and covered with a blanket.

'Riza, try to sleep. You need this' he whispered. 'Would you like me to take little Roy for a while?'

'No… leave him here and put him to sleep. Goodnight, Roy.'

'Goodnight, Riza. Please, sleep… for the sake of your baby.'

Roy went away. He was still crying over his dead friend. He lay down on his bed. Suddenly he heard gunshots. He went to the window and looked through it. Countless people were marching right to the Fuhrer's palace, and more and more were joining this crowd. Many of them had firearms. They all – as far as Roy could see – were armed somehow. And they were marching ahead…

Roy felt a little uncomfortable. It certainly wasn't a petty rebellion. People wanted more: more freedom, more laws, more justice… they wanted to change Amestris this way. Roy understood them. He opened the window to listen what the people were shouting.

'Kill the Fuhrer!'

'We don't need mass murderers! Kill the army!'

'Kill the military!'

Roy shivered. He was in military, too… and Riza! Riza!

He put on his coat and rushed downstairs, and then to Riza, just to make sure she's safe. He had his flame gloves and a gun, so he wasn't afraid of the crowd – besides, he hoped that no one would recognize him without his uniform. No one even noticed him. He easily got to Riza.

'Oh, Riza… how good… you're safe for now…' he sighed. Riza hugged him.

'It won't end nicely' she whispered. 'I'm worried about Roy… and the baby… if I hadn't them, I wouldn't care so much about myself, but now…'

'Let's escape' Roy said. 'Take little Roy and pack only the necessities. We can run away.'

'But where?'

'To Poland. No one would care. We'll come back after a few years…'

'No. Times changed and we have to stand up to this rebellion. Enough of escapes and hiding. If everyone just escapes, nothing will change.'

'You're right… but what we have to do now is to protect the kids. They are the most important now…'

'Don't worry. We'll manage… but we must change this country. If we don't, kids will live in such a horrible place…'

'You're right. So, what can we do?'