I'm Tired, Chapter 2
Riza knew that Roy was not "fine". Nobody in their right mind in the military were 'okay'. Of course, there were ones like Kimblee who loved war and destruction, and ones like Basque Grand who were, without a doubt, happy to be in charge and lead people to their destruction, but there were also ones like herself, Roy, Jean Havoc and some of the other men that worked under Roy's command and were there in the hopes of making things better.
Riza had remained professional, but now she couldn't take it, couldn't stand Roy keeping everything to himself. No to mention that she was his Lieutenant. It was her job to make sure he was okay and to protect him, and the nerve of him just telling her to leave...! She had noticed the signs of depression, had been noticing them for a while and had tried to ignore them for months, not sure how to approach him or if she should, but there had been several times she had found him asleep when he was supposed to be filling out paper work, so she knew she needed to confront him about it, before he did something stupid.
However, as she was about to enter the room again, a voice suddenly stopped her. "How's it going, Hawkeye?"
It was Huhges. She looked up, raising her hand to her forehead.
"Lieutenant Colonel." she greeted in respect. "I'm doing fine. And you?"
"Gracia, my darling, is as precious as ever, and Elisia played her first kick ball game today, so I'm better than ever! You want to see the pictures?!" He smiled, already pulling out some pictures. Riza figured it would be rude to pass it up, so she let him show her the pictures, but she couldn't bring herself to pay attention for long.
The question wouldn't stop nagging at her, Roy wouldn't do something questionable would he? Perhaps it was just her being paranoid, but, without a doubt, Roy had asked her something really worrisome recently. But she wanted to remain prideful as to remain professional and in character.
"Riza, what would you do if I died?" The question had came out of nowhere. At first, she didn't even know how to answer. So instead, she asked a question of her own.
"...Why do you ask?"
"No reason. Actually, I wonder myself."
She couldn't say anything at that point, because The Fuhrer's secretary knocked on door to the room to deliver some papers. Of course, it wasn't like Riza would have known what to say if she had been give the chance, and it wasn't as if she hadn't wondered the same thing before.
The question had not been brought up since.
She felt sick with dread, just thinking about it.
"By the way, I couldn't help but notice you looked a little glum." Hughes' expression became understanding, as he knocked her out of her rumination, like he was reading her thoughts. Before she could say anything, he whispered closer, as not to let anybody hear.
"It's Roy, isn't it?"