Duty
Havoc glanced warily over at Roy. They were on lunchbreak, and had just happened to choose the same café to grab food at. Roy was sullen and quiet, his black eyes even more unreadable than usual.
Deciding to preserve his skin and his sanity, Havoc ambled out into the sunshine, searching for a comfortable spot of grass in the public park across the street. He didn't want to deal with a zombie.
Of course, Roy just had to follow him, moving stiffly after him and finding a patch of grass close to his. Havoc must have thrown a grumpy, accusing glare of his way because Roy twitched and stared guiltily. Suddenly Havoc realized that there was a deeper issue here, and he had just forced it.
"It's my duty," Roy said in a dead tone.
"Is it your duty to give up on the dream you and Maes had?" Havoc retorted bitterly. "Are you just going to give up on the dream we all have for you?!"