"Why do I have to be here?"
"Because you killed her," Came the cold answer.
Exasperated sigh escaped thin lips and he shrugged, smiling smugly, "Couldn't help it. She was practically begging to be blown to hell. I only helped her along."
"You are a sick bastard, Kimbree."
The gold eyed, black haired man grinned as he fiddled with the shackles around his wrists. "I know." He looked up from the chains, looking to Brigadier General Roy Mustang, watching him intently.
Roy stared straight ahead, trying desperately to ignore Zolf Kimbree's gaze.
Minutes passed and no other words were passed between them.
Roy could not have expressed how relieved he was when the final 'Amen' of the night's processions was said. He couldn't stand being around Kimbree. The man was just too...unstable. 'I mean come on...the man gets off by blowing stuff up...' He thought with a suppressed shudder.
"Well, that was yet another boring funeral, don't you think, Flame?"
Roy looked over at Kimbree, who was stretching his arms over his head, grinning.
"Well let's get going shall we?"
Roy frowned. "Are you that happy to go back to lab Five, Kimbree?"
Kimbree shrugged, "They made such excellent bombs. And their fear...it was intoxicating." He smiled, reveling in the memories.
Roy was not shocked by Kimbree's words. He had been there in Ishvar. He had seen the joy the bomber had while blowing up the Ishvarans and their homes.
The look of ecstasy on his face when doing so. No, Roy was not shocked...merely disgusted.
And yet he stood up, along with Kimbree and the three wary guards that accompanied them.
Roy lead the four (the three guards formed a triangle around Kimbree) to the car and watched as Kimbree slid into the car followed by the soldiers, one in back with the Alchemist himself, the other two up front. Seconds later, the car started up and was driven off towards Lab Five.
Mustang was about to turn to get into his ride when his foot tapped something heavy. Looking down, his eyes widened seeing Kimbree's hand cuffs on the ground.