I do not own FullMetal Alchemist, or any of its characters.
Redeemed
"Alright… Yes, I'll tell him."
A faint 'click' echoed as the woman set the phone down. Leaned back in his chair, his gaze set silently on the window, he could almost feel the woman's gaze on the back of his head.
"General?"
He was silent for a moment, before he sighed softly, sitting up and turning in his chair so that he was looking the woman straightforward.
"Yes, Lieutenant?"
"General Hakuro wants you to know that the polls have been open. On Friday…the results will be in."
Brows rose lightly, before he nodded. Gaze lowered to rest on the floor some ways away, and the woman slowly sat back in her chair.
"What do you think, Sir?"
Dark eye moved back to her, and he frowned lightly. What did he think? Slowly, he shrugged.
"It's up to the soldiers. If they feel that I'm fit enough for the position, then I'll be voted for. If not… I still have you."
The woman stared at him for a long moment, before she smiled softly for the first time in a long time. Sometimes, he was something else… The fate of him becoming Fuhrer or not rested on the soldiers, and yet here he sat; calm as ever.
Yes, Roy Mustang had redeemed himself.