AN: Hi guys! Thanks again for the reviews! I think I forgot to answer some reviews in chapter 38… Sweat drops. Sorry about that. I was in a big rush and pretty much skimmed and posted to get it up for all of you. That's the main reason for the grammar errors and typos. I went back and fixed all those I found, by the way.

paperback novel: You read all 38 chapters in one sitting? Wow... I have no idea what to say… I'm amazed…

To all of you who wanted to know why Armstrong didn't think of using alchemy in the first place: Number one: It's Armstrong, Hughes, and Havoc we are talking about here… seeing the 'suds Gracia' made a light bulb click in his big bald skull.
Number two: Didn't that make the story funnier?
Number three: I had to think of some creative way to show you how the office got all fixed up!

raven krystal: YAY COOKIE! Dives for cookie.

Blonde-Existentialist: This story comes into play before the show began. If you didn't know already I'm thinking about doing more with this after this story is complete, sequel and such (maybe) that will lead up into the anime. I'd say it takes place two or three years before the anime.

Appartion7: This is the begging of the NEW chapters! I hope I can still write effectively. It's been awhile since I actually had to write anything, ya know?

mycatcoco7: Hmm... I was at war about this for along time. But after Hughes death I found I missed him a lot while watching the anime. So I have decided Hughes is my favorite character. But Roy and Riza tie for second. But Wrath is so damn cute (before he ate the stones) that he ranks pretty high up there, too! If you also want someone from the FMA manga then LING! He's too awesome!

Geez... you people I swear. You give me much more grief then the people who read this the first time. You're too sharp and notice every little mistake. It's great for you, but makes my job so much harder… I have to think of new ways to thrill you, and read over the chapter two or three times, looking for anything that you'd complain about. I thank you for doing this because it really does improve this fic a lot . And charriXD... you remind me of my grammar teacher . You should be happy you know the laws of grammar for I do not. Reefers to chapter 39 review. I don't even know what half the words I'm using mean XDD. I'm doing my best but I'm not perfect! If I'm trying, then you still hold some respect for me, right?

The Way to a Man's Heart Isn't by Crushing His Ego Chapter 40: Life Though a Child's Eyes

Jazz dashed into the building leaving Roy alone outside with Riza. The Lieutenant Colonel followed, he had to jerk Riza's body upward every few steps to keep from dropping her. His wounded arm was not aiding him in supporting her weight. He felt bad about it. He didn't know if it hurt her or not, but she wasn't showing any signs of distress so he continued to do it when needed.

The military dog walked slowly and tiredly through the doorframe. His heavy footsteps were heard as he entered the building and his weight shifted on the old wood. It felt good to be on a stable floor instead of shifting, heavy, wet sand. He walked deeper into the room slowly and cautiously. It appeared to be cleaner and sturdier then any buildings he had seen previously. The place didn't smell as much like rotting wood as the others, and the floor didn't creak beneath him, which was nice. The color of the wood was also lighter and healthier looking. They must not come in here very much. It doesn't look used or damaged. His eyes inspected every crevasse, plainly visible or not, looking for and potential danger. Wow… this looks really special. He thought with somewhat of an annoyed expression as he glanced around the room, in search of anything that seemed out of the ordinary.

Where'd she go? He wondered as he stood in the middle of the room. He didn't see Jazz anywhere.

Crrrreeeeaaaaakkkkk….

A small sound was coming from the ceiling. Roy's eyes immediately went to the roof above him. Then he heard a pounding noise run across the floor. It sounded like footsteps going at a fast pace.

Roy's dark eyes narrowed. He pulled the sliver pistol from his jacket and got ready to defend himself.

"Hey!" he heard Jazz's voice chime.

"Huh?" the soldier looked around with a confused expression. He could hear Jazz, but he didn't see her anywhere.

"Hey!" he heard her voice again. "Up here!"

He looked in the direction he thought Jazz's voice was coming from.

"I'M UP HERE!"

Then Roy looked to the right corner of the room and then saw Jazz's face. She was on the second floor. Her face was peering down at him from the opening to the second floor. A big smile was plastered across her face. Her raven black hair hung down as she stared at him. It was so long that it rested on one of the stairs below her. "Up here, silly," she said. Her smile didn't fade.

Roy didn't reply. He didn't know what to say nor did he feel like coming up with something. All he wanted to do was rest. He walked over to the stairs. His body appeared strong as he held Riza in his arms. His stride was normal and he never faltered, but his face was tired and had a worn-out look to it. His once piercing eyes were dull and rings had appeared under the half open sockets, letting everyone plainly see he had not slept in awhile.

Jazz's smile faded when she noticed Roy's expression. "Are you ok, Mister?" she asked. Now she felt bad for him. She couldn't blame him for being tired or discouraged.

Roy gave a small nod as he started up the stairs. His feet seemed to weight 100 pounds as he hosted them in the air. It felt like each step was higher then the last. His eyes looked tiredly down at the floor as he continued on. It took him several minutes before he had made it to the top.

Jazz took a few steps back, giving Roy space to stand before her. Is he really that tired? She wondered when Roy made it to the top and peered down at her. He didn't seem like that same man at all. He was quiet and exhausted. This was not the same cocky strong man she had met before. "Mister?" she asked in a somewhat sad tone. Her face was overcome with concern and sorrow as she stared up at him.

He stared down at her. He still didn't feel like speaking at the moment. His throat was dry and ached from the beating it received from Hell's Fire's whip.

"Um…" Jazz said as her brown eyes hit the floor, and then slowly traveled back up to his face. Her expression now held guilt. Any mother would know this face. This was the face little kids had when they were about to confess something they had done wrong. "I'm sorry my daddy hurt you and I got you in trouble," she said quietly as her face went back to the floor.

Roy stared at her for a few seconds then gave a small smile. "It's ok, I'm alright."

Jazz's eyes lit up as she looked back up at him. A happy relived expression was plastered all over her small face.

Roy's smile got a little bigger and cockier as his dark eyes gained a little more life. "Now…" He said as he pulled Riza up again. Suddenly the stinging pain of his arm reminded him of what was going on. "Where was that special place of yours?"

"Ah!" Jazz's small eyes shined with joy. She was so happy Roy wasn't angry at her. Usually if this happened she would get a beating or the person would leave her all alone. She was overjoyed to see Roy didn't want to do either of the two. "This way, Mister!" she shouted happily and grabbed his good arm. "This way! This way, this way! Come on, Mister!" she chimed as she pulled Roy down the hallway.

He followed; the small smile still on his face as he stared down at Jazz. He was glad to see her happy-go-lucky attitude again. Then he glanced up. He saw doors or empty doorframes on both sides of the hall. Thanks to the rooms with the missing doors he could see the rooms up here were very small. They were about even smaller then his office. The windows were not covered by boards, and some of the glass had been broken out of them. The floors were littered with old papers and tons of dust. At the end of the hall he was surprised to see another window. The sun shown in brightly and fell across the wooden planks. Their heavy footsteps and Jazz's happy voice were all that was heard as they walked to the end of the hallway.

"In here!" she said excitedly as she pulled him into the last room on the left. This room had a door. She released Roy's sleeve and pushed it open. Then ran in and turned to look at him. "What do you think?"

Roy stood in the doorway, surprised at what sat in front of him. "Do you live in here?"

This room was small too, but it appeared to be in a little better shape, and it did appear as if it had been lived in. It had been cleaned of all the debris that all the other rooms possessed. On the far wall was a little set up of boxes, they somewhat resembled a chair and table by the way they were stacked. His eyes looked down to the right of his body. On the floor lay a dirty, old, smelly, ripped, mat-like blanket. The top of the mat was pushed up against the wall. It was a dark grey color. On top of the cot-like thing was an old blue rag, which Roy guess was used as a blanket. Lying at the head of the mat was another dirty white blanket rolled up into a ball. It appeared to be a makeshift pillow. On the far end of the room there was only a single window in the middle of the bare wooden wall.

"Yup!" Jazz said with a proud smile. "I live here all alone. None of the gangsters know this place is even here!"

"I see," Roy replied as he stood in the middle of the room, still looking around. How can someone as young as her live alone in a place like this? He wondered as he looked at the room. It is livable I suppose, but I didn't think a child could make it on their own, not in a place like this.

"Oh!" Jazz said a few seconds later.

Roy glanced down at her questionably.

"I'm sorry, you can put Miss Riza in my bed if you want," the girl said with a smile as she pointed to the mat.

Roy turned and glared down at the mat. At first he wasn't sure if he wanted to put Riza down on it. It looked disgusting. Put her down, she needs to rest. A little voice in the back of his head told him. He knew it was true so he walked towards it and laid Riza down gently.

She flinched a little as her weight was shifted here and there as Roy laid her body on the cot. It wasn't very uncomfortable, but at least she could lie flat. That was a lot better then most of the other positions she'd been in.

Jazz stood back out of the way, and watched Roy kneel next to Riza. Once Riza was flat on her back she began gasping for air. "Uh…" a concerned look flashed across Jazz's face, then it suddenly went to sorrow as her eyes traveled to the side of the room. "…mommy…" she mumbled as Riza's condition caused similar images from her past to flash before her eyes.

Rrrrriiiipppppp…..

Jazz was brought out of her thoughts when she heard the sound of cloth tearing. She glanced back to see that Roy had removed his jacket, leaving his white button up shirt visible. The once white fabric was stained with brown, gray, and red colors from the dirt and blood that had been absorbed into it. Then he ripped the sleeve from his navy blue jacket and began wrapping the gunshot wound on his subordinate's shoulder.

Come on… Roy said as some sweat traveled down his brow. He ripped some of the cloth on Riza's shoulder to get a good view of her wound. He found the bullet hole easily. He held the ripped cloth from his uniform on her wound, pushing down with as much force as he could. "Hey," he said as he glanced back at Jazz. "Can you get my knife out of my back pocket?"

"Uh… sure..." she said with a small nod as she stepped forward. "This one?" she asked as she reached her small hand into his left pocket. He glanced back at Riza.

Hold on Lieutenant. Don't die on me now. He said as he pushed down harder on the rag. The navy blue fabric had turned a dark purple color from consuming all the blood.

"Hey… Mister…" Jazz said as she glanced up from his pocket. "Your knife isn't in here."

Roy looked back at her. "What?"

"It's not here. You used it on Sayo, remember?"

Roy's eyes widened when he remembered the sudden attack from the gangsters. "I must have dropped it back there." He cursed and scoffed. "And our medical supplies are still outside, too."

"So what do we do now?" Jazz asked as she looked at him. Her face became questionable and somewhat sad knowing he couldn't help Riza.

"For right now stop the bleeding," he replied and began tightly wrapping the blood soaked sleeve around Riza's wound. He brought the material up over her shoulder and tucked it under her armpit, then gently lifted her upper body and pulled it beneath her and up over her shoulder again. He repeated this a few more times before he ran out of cloth and began to tie it, still applying pressure to make sure the bleeding stopped. "All we can do now is keep her as comfortable as possible and hope for the best."

In a building far, far away…

Just behind the stairs some noises are heard.

"Do you see them?" a familiar voice asked, "Are they coming?"

"I don't know shut up, Red! If they are out there they'll hear you!"

The two fat stinking men hid themselves from the gangsters, crouched underneath the stairs.

"Dino... I'm scared-d…" Big Red replied with a sniff as he held his knees to his chest, staring at his friend who sat Indian-style in front on him.

"They aren't here, don't worry. If they were, then we'd hear them."

Red sniffed again and wiped some snot on his sleeve. "But w-what-t if they-y are hiding?"

Dino sighed, "You're such a baby. How about I go out and show you there's nothing there? Then will you stop with the tears?"

"Uh… Uh-huh…"

"Ok then," Dino replied and turned to crawl out of the cramped space.

"Becaref-ful, Dino-o," Red said as he watched the dark-haired man stand up and look around the empty room. It was dark and gloomy as the boards on the windows blocked out the sunlight. The floor was covered in dust and there wasn't much of anything but scrap wood lying around.

"See, no one's here," he replied and looked back down at Red.

"Really?" Red asked.

"Come out and see…"

"Uh…" Red replied uncertainly, but then crawled slowly out.

"See?" Dino said again as Red grabbed his arm and slowly and cautiously stood up. "Nothing to fear, those mean old gangsters aren't over here."

"Mwu?"

"THEN WHAT WAS THAT?" Red snapped and tightened his grip on Dino.

"Mwu…?" they heard the noise again.

"DINO, WHAT IS IT?" Red asked as his brown eyes darted around, ready to break into a full gallop.

"A….sick… cow?" Dino replied as he listened to the strange sound.

"I DON'T BELIEVE YOU?"

"WHY NOT?" Dino snapped, "THAT'S WHAT IT IS!"

"NUT-UH! COWS DON'T LIVE IN THE DESERT! THEY LIVE IN THE GRASS AND WE GET CHEESE FROM THEIR UTTOERS!"

Cheese? Dino thought to himself. Uttoers?

"Mwu!" the heard the sound again.

"THERE!" Dino shouted and pointed to where the noise was coming from, "Now, I'll prove to you it's a cow!" he said as he slowly started over to the edge of the room. Little did they know a certain someone was hiding in the dark corner. They crept closer and closer until they were only a few feet away from the strange 'cow'.

Once they were only a few inches away they heard the scariest strangest thing they thought they'd ever heard in their whole lives, "MWUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!" Little Kiro gave the deepest gruffest meow she could muster.

"GAHHH!" Big Red fell back on his butt. The floor cracked under him.

"MWUUUUUUUUUOOOOOO!" Kiro gave them a second round then let her ruby red eyes flash.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" both men shrieked in terror as they saw two red orbs in the dark corner.

"IT'S A GOHST COW! RUN FOR IT!" Dino shouted as they both turned tail and ran.

"MUWRAWWWOOOOOO!" Kiro continued to roar as the two men scampered away. The force of their feet caused the floor below them to become weak.

"NO, I HATE CHESSE!" Red shouted.

"COWS DON'T MAKE CHEESE!" Dino replied.

"FINE, THEN I HATE UTTOERS!"

"WHAT THE HECK IS AN UTT-!" Dino started but couldn't finish his sentence before they hit a weak spot in the floor.

Crassshhhhhhhhhh!

"uttoer…..?" Dino finished after he hit the hard concrete floor.

Red moaned in reply.

"…what…?" the dark haired man moaned back.

Back to Jazz's hideout…

It's quiet in the small room as the soldier and the little girl sit quietly, waiting for anything that could help them.

Jazz is sitting next to the window and Roy is on the floor at Riza's side, leaning back against the wall and resting his eyes. His body wanted to sleep so badly, but his mind wouldn't allow it. He needed to be up and alert incase Riza needed something or their enemies appeared again.

Jazz glanced over at Riza every now and then, curious as to what was going through the wounded soldier's mind. Her eyes traced Riza's form. She could see the blue from Roy's jacket was now a dark color from soaking up all the blood. Roy had also ripped more material from his jacket and had Jazz get them wet with some rain water from outside the window. He was too tired and didn't really feel like doing it himself. He's limbs felt like stones as he strained himself trying to get up. After she wet them down with the cold liquid she gave them back to him. He folded one of them over a few times the laid it gently on her forehead, covering her eyes, then placed the other one across the wound on her stomach, hoping the cold damp cloth would ease some of the stinging pain.

Roy's dark eyes remained closed as he tried to regain some of the strength he lost, as well as relieve some of the burning pain that now inhabited his eyes from lack of sleep.

Jazz continued to watch Riza. She felt a little shy at the moment, being alone, well, kind of alone, with Roy. She knew him to an extent, but Riza was always there, keeping him under control and always at her side. It being just to two of them was a little strange to her. Her eyes stayed on him for a moment, and then when she saw he wasn't about to open his droopy-ringed eyes she shifted her weight, bringing her legs out from under her and placing her butt on the floor. I wonder how Miss Riza is? She hasn't moved in a long time. She thought to herself as her eyes returned to Riza. She was about to crawl over to the wounded soldier when the shifting of her weight caused the floor under her to creak.

"Hm?" Roy glanced over at her when he heard the cracking noise.

"UH!" Jazz snapped when she saw his movement. She quickly pulled her legs to her chest, hugging them tightly, and quickly redirected her eyes out the window, pretending she wasn't watching them.

The Lieutenant Colonel sat motionless as he stared over at her. His face was calm but also very worn. The cut on his cheek had clotted and stropped bleeding, leaving nothing but a dark horizontal line on his flesh.

I hope he didn't see me. He seems to be very protective of Miss Riza. Jazz said to herself as her eyes became sad and a worried expression appeared on her face, though Roy couldn't see it due to the fact the lower half of her face was buried in her knees. He did however catch the sorrow and desperation in her brown eyes.

Without even realizing it, his eyes went over her body, stopping for a moment on the circle marks that now covered her throat from when Jackal dug his nails into her flesh. Then his eyes went back to hers again. She wouldn't make any eye contact with him, and pretended she didn't know he was watching her.

Please don't be mad at me… She cried to herself as she watched the sky outside. It was now clear and sunny. All the clouds and rain had gone, though there were no birds outside. She only saw them in the city. There's no food for them here.

Roy gave a small sigh when he saw her become even more depressed. He was now becoming sad himself. Then his eyes went to the floor in front of him, wondering about why she wouldn't talk, not even glance over at him.

Did he go back to sleep? The small girl wondered after a few minutes of silence. She was about to turn back to him when his calm yet saddened voice broke the dead quiet.

"Does it hurt?" he asked not even looking at her.

"Uh?" Her eyes widened at this unexpected question. Her face quickly turned to him. Seeing his calm face gave her some relief and she smiled a small sad smile as she placed her chin back in her knees. "Only for a little while. It only hurts for a little while, and then it goes away."

As her brown eyes traveled back over to him she saw how exhausted he really was. His hands sat in his lap, shaking unsteadily from weakness and not eating. He seemed to not even notice it. Then there were the injuries on his left arm and hand. He had taken some extra material from his jacket and wrapped them tightly, but the bleeding still hadn't completely stopped. It was just a trickle, but it stole more strength then he realized. "Mister…?"She began as her eyes stayed focused on his quivering hands, "Are you al-" she was about to ask when he cut her off.

"It's Roy…"

"Hm?" she blinked questionably.

"My name…" he began, "It's not master, mister, sir, whatever other names who've made up for me. It's just Roy."

Jazz became calm once more as her face turned back to the window and the world that lay outside. She thought about this for a moment, "Roy… that's a nice name…"

The military dog's dark eyes went to Riza for a moment as he listened to the girl speak.

"…But I liked daddy better…"

His gaze went back to her. Once again his attention was taken by the bruises incased on her skin, "Does your father do that often?"

"Do what?" the small child asked and looked up to find him staring at her neck, "Oh… yeah, he does."

Roy watched as she looked out the window again. He could see slight hints of her reflection on the old glass.

"But it's ok," she replied quietly, "It makes him happy, and it only hurts for a little while anyway."

"What do you mean?" Roy asked. His voice held a hint of curiosity, but exhaustion hid it well.

The little girl sat for a moment, trying to put her thoughts into words, "It hurts… but that's ok… because he's happy. In my whole life that's the only time I ever see him smile."

Suddenly Roy was overcome with a burst of anger and adrenaline, "But that doesn't make it ok!"

"I know," she replied, "but sometimes you have to do things you don't like for other people to be happy," she said as she looked over at Roy. "You're the same way with Miss Riza."

His eyes widened at that statement. "It's not the same at all! I don't abuse her!"

"But you fight a lot."

"It's not that same at all!" he snapped, "and how do you even know that?"

Jazz didn't reply. She just stared out the window, "My daddy's dead... isn't he?"

Seeing the expression on her face made Roy calm down. He didn't answer and returned his gaze to the wooden planks that made up the floor.

His silence gave her the answer, clear as day. "My mommy is dead, too. They had a fight… a long time ago. I don't know why and it was really scary. They yelled lots. I ran and hid while Daddy hit Mommy over and over. She cried lots. Then I heard it, that loud sound, the same one that comes from Miss Riza's silver tube."

She means the pistol… Roy thought to himself.

"Then it got really quiet. Soon Daddy was gone. I found Mommy on the floor. She was sleeping and she wouldn't get up. I shook her and cried loudly, but she never moved. I didn't know why, mommies always come when they hear their babies cry, even in the dark. So why wouldn't she? I sat with her for a long time. Then my daddy came back. He was really mad. He pushed and hit me lots, and then he threw me against the wall. The next thing I knew I opened my eyes and Mommy wasn't there. I thought she had woken up, and then I heard Daddy yelling outside some more. I went to the window and saw him burning leaves in the backyard."

Roy's eyes remained on the ground. His wounded hand ached and bled heavier as his fists continued to clench with rage.

"Roy…?" Jazz asked as she turned to look at him, "After someone dies and goes to sleep. How long does it take for them to wake up?"

Roy didn't answer her this time either. He scoffed as his fists clenched even tighter. After he thought about this for a few minutes he asked a simple question. "I can take you back to the city. Have you even been in a foster home before?"

"Yes, I was taken to lots of them. I was never there very long. Daddy would always find someway to get me back. Once he even said he'd kill the judge's wife if he didn't give me back."

"Would you like to be in one again?" Roy asked.

"I dunno…"

"Have you been in the bad ones?" he asked, knowing all too well about all the corrupt agencies out there. They claim they take care of them, but they only use them as slaves.

"Yes, I have. I liked them better."

Roy looked at her with surprise, "Why?"

"Because no one gets sad once I have to leave again. It's not hard to leave a bad place like that. When I was in the nice ones, the mommy and daddy there liked me lots. Then once I had to leave, they cried lots. I cried, too, and I missed them a real lot."

"Oh, I see..." Roy replied figuring that was a pretty good reason.

Jazz's eyes became somewhat sad again, "Roy, am I wrong?"

Suddenly his rage melted away and he looked back to her, "Wrong about what?"

"Everyone who knows about me gets angry like you. Am I doing something bad?" her eyes became glazed over with tears as the thought of everyone being mad at her rushed though her mind. "If I did I'm sorry, and I didn't mean, too. I just thought he needed it."

"Needed what?" Roy asked.

"To be happy. Even if it was just for a minute, I wanted him to smile. I knew it would hurt if he hit me, but he needs to smile too, right? Everyone needs to be happy and laugh sometimes. Mom used to tell me, 'people who are mean were usually treated badly by others themselves, and instead of hating them you should pray for them'. Since Daddy was really mean, I thought he just needed it more then most. I used to wonder how mean they were to him. They had to be really, really mean, even meaner then Reina and Kenny to make someone like that. It made me feel really bad for him. I remember I used to feel sad when I thought about it. That got me though it all. Whenever I felt like crying or giving up, I just think about how mean he is, and I know he feels a lot worse then me. So I take it, so he can be happy, even if it is just for a minute. So… am I wrong?"

Roy's trademark smirk returned to his weary face and he let out a bit of a chuckle. The mind of a child is strange indeed. If only adults could see things the same way they do, maybe there wouldn't be so many wars. But then again… I'd be out of the job, and I'd never fulfill my dream. To become Fuehrer... and make all female personnel… WEAR TINY MINI-SKIRTS! He shouted to himself as he took his classic manly pose.

"Umm… Roy?" Jazz asked as a sweat drop appeared on the back of her head.

Thump, thump, creeaaaakkkkkk….

They heard pounding and rustling noises coming from down below.

"What is that?" Jazz asked in a slight panic.

"I thought you said they wouldn't find us here!" Roy snapped back.

"They shouldn't! They shouldn't!" she replied and tried to hide.

Roy growled as he looked to the door and grabbed Riza's pistol.

The pounding was heard coming up the stairs and down the hall toward them.

The grip Roy had on the gun tightened as a bead of sweat traveled down his brow. He cursed to himself as he thought about another battle. Just them a certain someone broke all the tension in the area.

"OWW! KENNY, DON'T PUSH!"

"Hm?" Roy's and Jazz's faces both became confused as they stared at the closed door.

Before they knew it the door burst open and Reina rushed in, "WE'RE HERE TO SAVE YOU!" her voice chimed as a proud look appeared on her face and she took a 'dramatic' pose. Her pose consisted of a hand raised in the air and a foot held up in mid-air. Little heads were seen popping in though the door fame around her. "Hm?" her face suddenly became annoyed as her foot twitched and touched nothing but air. She looked down, "BLARE! YOU DIDN'T DO IT IN TIME!" she snapped into the hallway.

"Oh, sorry!" the small boy replied and hurried in. He quickly dropped a familiar brown suitcase at her feet.

"Now…" Reina said as she looked at the case. "As I was saying…" she began as she put on foot on the bag and raised one arm in the air, "WE ARE HERE TO SAVE YOU!"

"Ugh…" Jazz and Roy said in unison as they fell to the floor, anime style.

AN: Hi guys! Hope you liked it! Sorry I cut it off there, kind of weird I know, but if I didn't this chapter would have been REALLY long. I just have on question for you. Who do you prefer, Reina or Jazz? Just asking for future plans. If you'd answer I'd really appreciate it!