"Worthless..."
He was not worthless! Never! He would not admit to something like that!
Except... Maybe in the rain...
Fine, Roy Mustang would admit, very grudgingly and to himself, that in the rain he was relatively worthless. But only to himself, and only relatively.
He could still fight, though. He wouldn't just stop and become a hindrance to everyone. Or, he wouldn't if it was left up to him. Riza tended to get in the way of his attempts... As if that weren't bad enough, everyone needed to explain exactly why he was worthless when it was raining.
As if he didn't know how his own alchemy worked.
He resented every time he was called worthless, mostly because he didn't believe it. No, his goals were too big for him to think he was worthless.
Except in the rain.
One day in the office, after another rainy day, he was pondering a way to get around not being able to make a spark. He had just moved to the idea of toting an umbrella around when Havoc came up and dropped a slightly used matchbook on his desk. Roy stared at it for a second before looking up. "What's that for?"
Havoc shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe you won't be so worthless in the rain." With that he wandered back to his own station.
Roy watched him go with a glare before quickly pocketing the matchbook.
Psh, he wasn't worthless.
Eight Unused Matches...