I held onto Roy a little tighter as I boarded the train to head North. I had traded my Amestrian uniform for something more casual. Roy made me look to him; his dark eyes showing the sympathy and farewell he couldn't and didn't want to say. Words of farewell meant goodbye. Neither of us wanted to say those parting words. I couldn't bring myself to even tell him that I could be back, when in truth, there was a huge chance I was being exiled with my cousin.

Roy pulled me from his body. "I already sent Ling the letter stating you were coming with McKenzi. He should get it before you arrive," he said stoically. It wasn't like him at all.

When we are alone, he shows feeling, emotion. When we are among Generals and subordinates, he's stoic, showing no emotion that he could possibly care about what happens to anyone other than the normal citizens of the country. That he didn't care about those who lost their lives in conflict. Or he didn't honestly care that there was one of his former subordinates in the north on a mission to protect someone and there was a chance both could be killed by the killer or natural elements.

I nodded to him. "Thank you. We should be there within a few days."

"I wish you could write me and tell me you made it alright."

I nodded in agreement. "I do too. I don't want you to worry."

"Too late. Eric Tatum isn't one to screw around with. He's military trained," Roy added. I knew it didn't make him feel much better about this. I had to leave and leave him here for damage control and to deal with the rumors of why I left. "Just be careful out there."

I nodded. "I will. Xing will protect us. From help from Colonel Elric's brother, ties with them are better than ever." I immediately thought afterwards, and Ling likes me and wants me for a wife.

Roy nodded, quiet as the train whistle went off. He looked in the direction of the train, his stoic expression going more gray. Once he looked back to me, I kissed him goodbye.

"Goodbye for now, Roy. I will return someday," I said as I stepped from him in the direction of the platform my train was on. I wasn't sure if my last words to him was because it was a vow, promise, or something to tell him to let me go.

The train started a short time later, taking off with a shudder and a loud creak of the wheels on the metal track. The smoke billowed from the smokestack as the platform began to move away from the train. I looked out the window for a moment, glancing to the people that remained on the platform. One of which was a man with black hair, matching eyes, and his military uniform. My heart sank as he rapidly grew smaller and smaller until he disappeared into the distance.

I sat back in the seat, reaching into my pocket to look at the old picture I had of Kenzi. Her eyes shining bright. Her hair falling down her shoulders in waves and layers. Kenzi looked like Kenzi and made me wonder what she was like now that she'd spent time in Briggs.

I knew I was in the north as soon as I saw the snow start flying without sticking to the ground. The temperature had dropped considerably. Although, I didn't remember falling asleep, or dreaming for that matter, I knew I was closer to my ultimate destination of the last town in the north that wasn't Fort Briggs. I had requested that Armstrong send Edward and Kenzi into town because people knew everyone and would know a stranger if they saw them.

The day had fallen to the night when the train stopped for the night, letting its passengers either get off the train in search for a hotel or stay on the train and sleep there. I chose to sleep on the train, not risking the chance to miss my train to head as far north as I could. My mind had been on both Roy and Kenzi. I wondered how much Kenzi had changed. What went on in her day-to-day life as she stayed in Briggs with Armstrong as a commander. But when my mind went on Roy Mustang, my heart sank a little. I could still see his face etched into my brain, seared in there to permanently remind myself of what I could have had if I tried. His musky natural scent that could linger in my nose throughout the day whether he was in the room or not. The feel of his ignition gloves against my skin. The snap of his fingers that could heat up anything. But it was himself that could heat my body up to unbelievable temperatures.

I knew I was going to miss that man.