26.
God, Riza, I'm so pathetically out of shape it's not funny.
The upper reaches of that valley north of the cabin are covered in forest. It's a wonder I haven't burned the whole thing down by now. Having just one eye really plays havoc with one's visual perspective. If I don't figure out how to compensate, I'm going to blow something up, I know it. That is…blow something up that I didn't plan to.
The dreams are getting more intense, you know, the ones about Ed. I have to keep practising, because I'm starting to wonder how much time I have left to get my skills back.
Of course, it would help to know what I'm going to need them for, dammit.
Maes thinks this whole thing is hilarious. He keeps saying things like, "Stop trying to make plans, and fly by the seat of your pants, for once, Roy." Which is not the way I've lived my life for several years; you can't manipulate people unless you've got every move carefully planned.
But "seat of the pants" was pretty much the way Ed and Al always lived, wasn't it? They seemed to do alright, most of the time.
I suppose it won't hurt me to learn some new habits.