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Riza Hawkeye was getting madder with each second this Krista women chatted on about shoes. There was one other chimera in the zoo cell block, and she recognized him. She had known Ling, and Ed had told her he'd been turned into the homunculus Greed. He had been transmuted with a cat of some sort and he was sitting cross-legged on the floor, looking like he was hoping that she didn't explode. She couldn't blame him. This women had, in an excruciatingly painful manner, transmuted her with a hawk, a fact that she was already mad about due to both her being turned into a chimera, albeit a human looking one who wasn't in incredible pain or danger of dying, and a complete and utter lack of creativity on Krista's part. Honestly, a hawk? That was what this woman was going with? That was the best she could do? It was petty, but Riza certainly minded that Krista was going to ruin her life in the most lackluster way that she could think of. Then, once she regained conciousness after complete torment , this women threatened her with a gun and went on to discuss fashion, not only then, but when she was wearing an outfit that made her eyes burn, never mind that her eyesight was now ridiculously boosted. All in all, she wanted to crush the woman's blond skull before jumping into Roy's arms. (Though maybe in her apartment; She didn't want anyone to see them together like that.) Finally, just as the lieutenant's vision began being tinted with red, Krista left.
Now that she was gone, Riza inspected her body. She judged that her fingernails, being sharp enough to have drawn quite a bit of blood during Kristas speech about clothes that was meant to imply that she needed more neon to complete her wardrobe, must have been made sharper. The wing-ish things that were on her arms seemed only capable of gliding, though they were somehow miraculously able to fit under her uniform. Even though she didn't understand how the logic worked out, Hawkeye had long learned to only question things like this when she had someone who could explain it and the time to have it explained to her. Though the lieutenant had plenty of the latter, the former would elude her until her captured superior came along, hopefully not transmuted. That would be the worst possible thing that could happen. If somebody hurt the colonel like that... Well, the lieutenant didn't like to think about what she would do if somebody did that to her Ro- to Mr. Mustang, but she didn't need to. She could remember how many rounds she had fired into that Lust bitch when she had told her and Al that she had killed the colonel. She also remembered that he had not really been killed and had burned the female homunculus to death when she had threatened Riza, so that was a good indicator that "Krista" would be a charred, bullethole hole filled corpse if Riza joined forces with her commanding officer, perhaps with a few slash marks if they could set some animal on her. But, going back to what she was concentrating on, there weren't any other physical changes.
Finally, Ling seemed to have gathered up enough bravery to talk to her without preparing for an explosion. "Hey." He said. Scratch that, it was Greed. Riza had learned to analyze speech patterns early in her career, and besides that, that was not Ling's voice. The lieutenant stayed silent, but Greed continued the increasingly one-sided conversation. "Do you have any idea what the glass is made of? My ultimate shield didn't make a dent in it." Lucky for Hawkeye, she had long mastered the art of ignoring inane conversation while picking up anything important that might be mentioned from "Strictly military meetings" that everyone who could make her attend hosted, whether it be the prospect of making the crucial decision of whether Elysia would be cuter in a unicorn costume or a mermaid costume, (Hughes, though she would have done almost anything to have him schedule another one.) to the prospect of marriage. ( Her grandfather, General Grumman, who had recommended, to Rizas embaressment, a theme of dark orange for the wedding theme.) This technique had her glean some useful information, such as the fact that Greed had left the rest of the Homunculi and that Ed was now in his gang.
Riza had gotten to the point that she had started to respond to the Homunculus's talking when Krista came into the room, dragging someone behind her. Her thoughts unified into a single panicked phrase, frantickly screaming "Please don't be Roy, Please don't be Roy, Please don't be Roy." Her pleas to the universe didn't matter though, as the black hair and blue uniform of her commanding officer sprang out on her. The lieutenant's emotions were paralyzed by shock for a minute. They had the courtesy to wait until Krista left the room and Roy was locked in a glass cell. Then they could be held back no longer. Raging, they lept upon her.
And her heart, so painstakingly put back together after Ishval, after thinking Roy was dead and she was forever alone, broke.
"Roy." She whispered, gasping for breath after almost drowning in her own rage and despair, her feeling of uselessness, her sense that all their hopes of peace and redemption had been crushed, and she was the one who had been inadvertently responsible for it. The voice telling her "You failed him." in the back of her mind. Riza started screaming, feeling hot tears start to flow down her face. "ROY! ROY, WAKE UP! PLEASE! ROY! WAKE UP! ROY! Please... Wake up..." Hawkeye collapsed into sobs on the floor, her knees buckling, rage giving way to despair as she prayed that Roy wouldn't suffer organ failiure or lethal head trauma or fatal blood loss or any of the others in the dozens of painful ways that the transmutation might lead to death. She silently cursed the thick glass wall that seperated her from Roy, keeping her from being where she was meant to be; at his side. She couldn't even check to see if he was still alive or if Krista had locked up a corpse. The worst thing was she didn't think Krista would care one way or another as long as Roy had animal ears, which he did, along with a tail. Both of them were a dark brown.
Finally, Riza picked herself up and wiped the tears away from her face with her sleeve. She couldn't abandon hope just yet. Roy would get up. They would form a plan. They would rescue their fellow prisoners, spectacularly defeat Krista, and foil the Homunculi's plan. They would succeed.
It was just a matter of time.
