Dewei wondered, idly, which country, he should flee to. He felt that he could easily get the Drachmans on his side. Then again, no one would even think of looking for him in Amestris.
'Hmm... It might be best for me to hide in Amestris for a little while, once everything calms down, I'll take power again.' He smirked at his plan.
'I could also make a visit to Drachma, and I need something to say to them.' He mused.
Dewei Yang trudged unrelentingly through the desert.
When he arrived in Amestris, he, quickly, boarded a train headed to Central City.
That was the enemy's den, after all. No one would, even, think of looking for him there.
He rented a hotel room for the next few nights, and settled down to relax.
His thoughts drifted to the fair Lan Fan. He wished that he hadn't hesitated, at all, when Lan Fan had told him that she was pregnant with that thing's kid.
'She would make a fine bride.' Dewei smirked at the errant thought. Sadly, concerning her, she had some loose ends, that he would have to deal with. He, now, needed to kill Ling, and his unborn child.
'Would that break her?' Dewei wondered. Dewei thought, hopefully, 'A beautiful girl like her shouldn't break.' The thought soothed him, and he dreamed about her being his empress, and the mother of his beautiful children.