89. Ultimate Weapon
There is a lamentable keenness in her features, a terrible hardness that is a reflection of their love. Some part of it, the best and worst aspects, is reflected in his face as well. Their love is all impossibility and all fear and the hope of sweetness; and Hawkeye has never backed away from a challenge, just as Roy has never taken the easy way out, not when it has mattered.
So they love each other with a touching sort of desperation, with the familiarity of a husband and a wife, a faithfulness that softens their glances and measures out the tones of their separate voices.
If they were human, their love would destroy them (as it is doing so any way, small pieces at a time) but they are instead soldiers, and Roy is an alchemist (and that in itself is a very different animal, a strange and dangerous new species). And despite all that stands against them, both Roy and Hawkeye know that they are History In The Making. This knowledge makes them terrible and ruthless, like strange gods; the two of them seem so young at times and older than age at others, comprised as they are of such unconfined and well-meaning hearts.
They will live like this, even unto the edge of doom.