Betting my Life
"Someone once told me that when I chose to wear this uniform, I accepted the fact that I might be called on to do what I did in Ishval," Roy said to Breda.
"Yeah, I've heard about how Kimblee liked to run off his mouth in Ishval," said Heymans.
"You think he was wrong?" asked Roy.
"This is Amestris, sir," said Heymans. "Of course he was right. You could have been asked to slit your mother's throat."
"Leave my mother out of it," Roy said in mock consternation.
Heymans grinned. "Really, sir, what did you expect? Did you really think joining the military was about protecting Amestris? Your problem was that you went into it without a plan because you weren't expecting what they threw at you."
"I thought you said I was good at thinking on my feet," countered Roy. "I should have come up with something."
"You are. And you did," said Breda. "Just not soon enough. And with your firepower, that caused a lot of damage."
"That's a bit of an understatement. So why don't I just hand myself over to the Ishvalans and get it over with?"
"This is theoretical, right, sir?" asked Breda. "Because if you're really thinking like this, I'm out of here. Which would be a shame because I think our best chance is with you."
"Take it any way you want, Second Lieutenant."
"Well, it may come to that. You may end up handing yourself over, maybe to the Ishvalans, maybe to a democratically elected Fuhrer. But doing it now would be abandoning the mission. You don't do that, and if you tried, First Lieutenant Hawkeye would stop you."
"So you're not surprised I'd contribute to killing off an entire people but you trust me not to abandon my mission?"
"You abandoned your mission for his in Ishval. You won't make the same mistake twice, sir. I'm betting my life on it."