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"Isn't there any way to help her"
"I'm afraid not. Posttraumatic stress. I'm sure you and I are aware of that syndrome."
Mustang sipped the cup of tea lightly. He was seated in the opposite chair from Hawkeye, who was also drinking tea. Hawkeye looked thoughtful.
"The Ishbal massacre?"
Mustang nodded. He set the cup down gently onto the table. He stole a quick glance at the wall clock. It read almost three in the morning. Hawkeye began, "Sir, truth be said-" Mustang held up a hand. He replied, "We're not in the office, Riza. You don't have to refer to me as sir or colonel." Hawkeye frowned slightly. She said, "Old habit, sir." An hour after that, Mustang had fallen asleep on the table. Hawkeye brought forth a blanket and draped it over him as she too turned in her own bed for sleep. Trey lied still in the couch as they had set her down before.
"Brother!"
Trey was running in a land so familiar to her. It was a barren wasteland filled to the core with rotting corpses and blackened houses. Trey was running desperately calling out to anybody who could hear.
"Where are you, brother?"
Someone suddenly grabbed the sleeve of her shirt. She whirled around instantly getting face-to-face with a military soldier. He was drunk. She could smell the whiskey in his mouth and the hatred in his words. He spit on her clothes and growled, "Look who it is, fella's: an Ishvarite. I'm gonna' smoke this little girl." Trey turned around and to her horror, other large drunken soldiers had crowded around her. One of the soldiers, a small talkative one, cried out, "Make her scream, boss!" The drunken soldier holding her held out a large knife and laughed with a wicked grin on his face.
"Brother!"
Trey woke up in cold sweat. The darkness around her came at a surprise as she jumped up with her hands curled up into fists. There was no one. Trey looked out the window. The snow was so much that it covered up the entire house. Trey sighed. She walked over to the door and opened it slightly. She felt the cold breeze of winter whisk by quickly. It kept coming back. Not feeling a bit cold, she opened the door wider inward and sat at the porch. For a moment, she shuddered as if she felt somebody by her side; somebody who was obviously larger and bigger than she was. She could almost feel as if someone was there who was wrapping their arms around her.
"I wish you were here, Min."
Her voice was quiet as it drifted into the wind. That morning, Mustang woke up. His first instinct was to wear his gloves. His second instinct as of yesterday was to cast his eyes at the couch. There was nobody there. Mustang walked over casually to the couch and lifted the blanket up. Nothing. Not even a dent in the bed to show if anybody even slept there that night. Panicking little now, Mustang raced his way to Hawkeye's bedroom.
"Sir?"
He had run straight into Hawkeye but had halted right before crashing into her. Mustang said in alarm, "Where's Trey?" Hawkeye rushed to the door with Mustang following. She opened the door, and there was Trey with her head leaned back onto the little wall that was expanded a foot. It was an ice wall that was able to withstand the weather. Hawkeye grabbed her and pulled her in.
"What was she thinking, sleeping in the snow?"
Hawkeye was furious now. After losing his shock, Mustang crossed his arms. He said, "Emotions, Riza? I'm touched."
"Pardon, sir?"
Hawkeye had managed to get Trey onto the couch. She was frozen stiff at the moment. Her cheeks were white with powdery snow. Mustang closed his eyes and said, "Oh, come now. Don't tell me you don't have a certain soft spot for our second Lieutenant." Hawkeye placed her hands on her waist.
"I don't think so, sir."
Mustang chuckled as the corners of his lips showed a cocky smile.
"You show it to Full Metal, and you show it to Alphonse. Apparently, you cave in for children who lead dramatic lives."
Hawkeye said nothing. Mustang went over to Trey and placed a hand on her forehead. He held a hand next to her face and snapped lightly. The sudden warmth would've been enough for any normal person to jump out. Not Trey. She was either in deep sleep or deep frost. It took minutes for the ice and snow to thaw, and even then, Trey's body was still so cold. As she awoken to the flame, she felt such a small energy of fire. Perhaps this alcohol-induced teen had never felt such heat before, and even if she did, it was too long ago to remember.
"Good, you're awake."
Mustang's face came into view. Trey sat up slowly, unaware of her surroundings. That seem to happen a lot now. Mustang's face was recognizable as she reached out with her hand. His face fell back in discomfort, but her hands were not reaching for it. She desired the flame.
"What are you doing?"
Mustang's confused voice protested against her actions. Trey pulled away, and everything became cold again.
"I'm so cold, Colonel"
"Naturally, since you went to bed in the blizzard."
That was Hawkeye's contemptuous remark. Trey looked away.
"I'm the Ice Alchemist, remember?"
Mustang and Hawkeye didn't respond.
"Ever wonder why?"