Chapter forty-seven: Winry
"Alright." After Randolph, Sabra, Kerr and Coniniaue settled down, Roy pulled out a bundle of papers. "This is…"
RING. RING.
Roy dropped the papers on his desk and picked up the phone. "Talk to me."
MUMBLE. MUMBLE.
"Oh. I'll send someone out immediately." He hung up.
"What's wrong, Colonel?" Sabra asked.
"There was a fire at a house in Resembool. Odd."
Edward froze. "What house?"
"The Rockbell home, I believe… Hey! Fullmetal! Bloodless! Where are you two going?"
Edward stood in the once-lovely threshold of the Rockbell home, his wife's hand firmly clenched in his. "Win… Winry…"
Coniniaue left him to search through the debris. "Come on. Maybe she's alive, we just have to look…"
As she said this Edward dove into the debris. "Winry! Granny Pinako!"
Coniniaue blinked. Wha… Oh my God! She began to frantically clear away debris, until before her lay a great corpse.
The skin crumbled to ash at the touch, the air was already half-burned away. Rags that were a jumpsuit clung to the corpse. Edward glanced over. "N… No!" He jumped up and grabbed the corpse's hand. "WINRY! Winry…" he started to cry, as did Coniniaue. "Winry…"
They hugged each other, just as Roy and Yvette, Randolph, Sabra and Kerr dashed up.
"Who…?"
"Winry…"
Roy blinked. "The cute blonde you like?"
"I'm a married man, Roy."
"Oh… Yeah. Well, you used to like her. You're going to have to get over this…"
"SHUT UP!" Edward stood to his full height (Like 5'5") and glared Mustang in the eye. "All you do is tell me to get over the deaths of people close to me! Remember when you killed Maria Ross (in the manga)? Remember when Alexander and Nina were killed? You probably would have told me to get over the death of my own wife, if she died when she was shot. You would have told me to get over it if Alphonse died. Well you know what, what if you were me and I was you, and I told you to get over the deaths of everyone around you? Would you be sad? Angry? Yeah, well, get used to it. Oh, did someone die? GET OVER IT!" He spun around and stalked away, back to the train station. Coniniaue looked at Roy and shook her head, standing and going after her husband.
"Smooth, Colonel." Sabra smirked. "Smooth."