[ This isn't what he imagined human transmutation would be like.
He knows, of course, that it's forbidden. Knows that the costs outweigh the risks in every manner. Has seen what it gets people who try it– a lost arm, a lost leg, a lost body. While he may play a fool, he's certainly not one behind the mask. There was a reason he'd survived Ishvala, why he's still got his mind and body intact and not smeared on some rubble and sand in a far off country. So, when he'd gotten threatened to perform the forbidden, to go against the laws of alchemy, he'd refused. They weren't going to bait him into it, as much as it was painful to watch the consequences.
As much as it hurt, hurt so much to watch Riza bleed out on the flagstone. To see her blood staining the ground– there was just so much red. Roy had seen the look in her eyes though. They said don't you dare. Riza has never led him astray, and he wasn't about to go against that, not when it counted as her dying wish. But, she's not completely dying, is she? Not when Mei has healed her a little, brought her back from the brink of death.
Except it doesn't really matter, because the last thing he remembers is the piercing pain of swords running through the seals on his hands (his gloves) and the eerie white-blue light of alchemy being performed.
And now he's here, in a place called the Capitol. He's been told one thing: survive. Kill before he's killed. They've provided him a uniform of sorts, but he gets nothing else from them. Moreover, they've taken his alchemy (that's ok, he thinks, his fire runs deeper than the manifestation of flames that happens at the snap of his fingers). If he wants something, he'll have to fight for it. For entertainment of others. It's a sick game, he thinks, but hasn't he played sick games before? If this is what they want, this is what they'll get. As the timer ticks down, he breathes slowly, and just as the buzzer hits 00:00, he takes off running towards the Cornucopia.
roy mustang | fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood | tribute– cornucopia (OTA)
He knows, of course, that it's forbidden. Knows that the costs outweigh the risks in every manner. Has seen what it gets people who try it– a lost arm, a lost leg, a lost body. While he may play a fool, he's certainly not one behind the mask. There was a reason he'd survived Ishvala, why he's still got his mind and body intact and not smeared on some rubble and sand in a far off country. So, when he'd gotten threatened to perform the forbidden, to go against the laws of alchemy, he'd refused. They weren't going to bait him into it, as much as it was painful to watch the consequences.
As much as it hurt, hurt so much to watch Riza bleed out on the flagstone. To see her blood staining the ground– there was just so much red. Roy had seen the look in her eyes though. They said don't you dare. Riza has never led him astray, and he wasn't about to go against that, not when it counted as her dying wish. But, she's not completely dying, is she? Not when Mei has healed her a little, brought her back from the brink of death.
Except it doesn't really matter, because the last thing he remembers is the piercing pain of swords running through the seals on his hands (his gloves) and the eerie white-blue light of alchemy being performed.
And now he's here, in a place called the Capitol. He's been told one thing: survive. Kill before he's killed. They've provided him a uniform of sorts, but he gets nothing else from them. Moreover, they've taken his alchemy (that's ok, he thinks, his fire runs deeper than the manifestation of flames that happens at the snap of his fingers). If he wants something, he'll have to fight for it. For entertainment of others. It's a sick game, he thinks, but hasn't he played sick games before? If this is what they want, this is what they'll get. As the timer ticks down, he breathes slowly, and just as the buzzer hits 00:00, he takes off running towards the Cornucopia.
Go ahead, try and stop him. ]