Departure
"They're giving me leave," Havoc groaned. "And, as happy as I am to get it, I don't wanna go..."
Roy supposed it was too much to hope that Havoc wanted to stay because of him –
"My mother's gonna kill me," Havoc said, thunking his head down onto his desk.
"That had to hurt," Roy remarked.
"Shut up."
"Why are you so unwilling to go?"
"My mother is the dragon of the Havoc clan. Jesus, she'll kill me..." His head started rhythmically thunking onto the desk.
"Why? Don't do that, you'll give yourself a migraine."
"Well, why not? She's going to bitch me out because I helped lead a rebellion against an established government, never mind the fact that I managed to get promoted for it..."
"I don't get it."
"I'll say it in small words then. She's going to be pissed that I helped throw Amistris into anarchy, even if it was only for three months."
"She knows about that?"
Havoc threw something small and hard at Roy without even bothering to look. A small, winded 'ouf' rewarded him. "Yes, idiot General, she knows. Everyone knows. You're the only one that hasn't seemed to realize that you're a celebrity. And I've ended up being your lapdog."
"That would explain quite a few things, Captain ..."