Drabble
Rating: G
Status:
43/100
Word
Count: 200
Theme:
Uke Roy #9 "Grief"
Roy knew that, like himself, Winry was grieving. He knew that the young girl was confused and hurt, and concerned about what had happened.
Despite that, Roy wished that she wouldn't vent her grief on him. Especially since everything she said was absolutely true.
"How could you? You say that you love him, but you just stood by and let him continue his research? You had to know what he was planning!"
"I did." And I did nothing about it...
"Because of you, he's hurt now, and all you can say is that you let it happen?"
There's one other thing I can say... "I'm sorry."
"Sorry? Sorry? Do you honestly think that's good enough for what you did? How many people that I love are you going to hurt before you finally have enough?" Before Roy could answer, Winry lashed out, "Send Al here to Resembool. Just Al. I don't want you interfering."
Roy shivered at those words. He knew, all too well, what Winry was talking about... But he couldn't just stand by as the one he loved was taken from him. He had fought to keep Alphonse with him, he wasn't going to surrender without a fight.