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Rating: G
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Roy Ed #18: "Telephone"
The telephone, Roy decided, was mankind's best invention. It had cost Roy only one favor for the hospital staff to set one up in the hall outside Alphonse's room, so that Roy could continue to watch the boy, even if issues or complications arose.
Such as the one he now faced, speaking with Lieutenant Hawkeye. "Sir, are you certain that it had to be a killer that attacked him? There haven't been any reports of-"
"Isn't that where all serial killers start, with a single victim?" A smooth lie, Roy thought.
But only for a moment. Hawkeye, in the same voice he had half-heard when he had lost his eye, promised, "...I'll find him, sir. No matter what it takes."
"Lieutenant?"
"It's unforgiveable to think that my words or actions could have lead to this event. If I had acted maturely, then he wouldn't have been estranged with you, and wouldn't have been walking alone, an easy target." She took a deep breath, steadying herself. "Sir, please take care of Alphonse while he recovers. I know... that he needs you, more than I do. It was childish of me to be so selfish."
With that, the phone went dead.