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Lightning flashed and reflected off the wet world around Roy as he walked across the front lawn of HQ, unwittingly backtracking the same path Edward had just come by. One question echoed in his mind…
"What do you see when you look at me?"
The rain had long since soaked through the uniform to his skin and a chill was beginning to settle in, but still he trudged on, wandering the landscape of his thoughts. Eventually his physical wanderings brought him towards the only source of light other than the cracking bolts of lightning above him—the fountain.
He stopped and stared, the rippling reflection of the water projected onto his face by the soft white light that lit it from underneath.
"What do you see…?"
"What do I see?" he asked himself.
'Past…'
"I see him as a fiery young brat that was stubborn and sensitive as hell and refused to take 'no' as an answer, or let the laws of physics themselves restrain or limit him…"
'Present…'
"He's still stubborn and sensitive, and still doesn't take no for an answer. In fact, despite the last few years, he hasn't changed much, with the exception of a bit of earned wisdom and maturity. And the fire still burns, even after its driven purpose has been long since been accomplished…"
'Future…?'
And there in lied the question. Did he see a future, a life, with Edward Elric?
As he considered it, he realized—how could he imagine life without Edward? The young man was the one who gave him a reason to wake up in the morning and a reason to come home at night. Sure he had work and his other subordinates, but no matter how absorbing climbing the political ladder could become, one could not live on work alone. Eventually even it lost its luster. But Edward… if work were the meat of his life, Edward was what made it bearable to swallow. He was the spice of Roy's life. Again he wondered how he could have ever imagined a life without Edward Elric…
And here he had made a royal mess of things. What a bastard he had been… he'd forgotten him, criticized his devotion for his brother, and let him walk away thinking he'd never said he loved him…And right there amidst the thundering storm and illuminated by the soft glow of the fountain that had seen so many tears that night, Roy Mustang did something he hadn't done in a long time, at least since the Ishval rebellion… he prayed, in the hopes that someone or something out there would hear him.
Because somehow, someway, he had to convince Ed to forgive him and to give him a second chance, and at the same time avoid bodily injury.
God help him.