A Cold Warmth
He had killed them. A couple of doctors. Who had done nothing wrong. They had just been helping people survive the war. They had been innocent. And he had killed them. Because of an order. It was then he decided he didn't want to follow an order that meant he had to kill an innocent person. Or persons for that matter. It was then that he knew he needed to reach the top. So he could change things. Make things better and easier. Not only for him but also, for others. He needed help. He knew this but; he wasn't sure whom he could ask.
A pause.
Maes.
Maes would help him reach the top. After all, what were good friends for anyway if not that. If not to help get each other out of tight jams and help each other find greatness.
The war ended and he went home. Maes had greeted him with a brotherly hug.
"Maes."
"Yeah."
"I need your help."
Maes had looked at him as Roy told his story. About the war in Ishbal, what he did and what he wanted to do.
"Help me reach the top?" Roy asked.
Maes had just hugged him tighter in response.
