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[Roy Mustang; PG] Honor Lane
Character/Series: Roy Mustang; Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for 31_days Feb 9th theme; "So Eden sank to grief"
Title: Honor Lane
Author: yuuo
Word Count: 533
Summary: Just down Honor Lane is the cemetery where the military buries its own.
Just down Honor Lane is the cemetery where the military buries its own. I'm intimately familiar with the way; I even noticed when they planted peony bushes by the entrance, something most people would probably not care about.
Riza normally accompanies me out into Central, fussing over her role as my caretaker until I finish recovering from my injuries I sustained from the fuhrer and Archer. When I start heading for Honor Lane she drops back a bit, giving me some privacy.
I don't know most of the graves here. Too many of them are from Ishbal, I'm quite certain, though. I could probably check and see several with dates putting them as victims of that botched up military action. I don't focus on that too much; I don't need to be brought down any lower than this place already brings me.
Today I have no flowers; the grave I'm visiting sees plenty without me adding to the bunch.
I never know what to say when I'm here. Speaking to a dead man has never been my forte, although I've tried my hand at it a few times. I can't say if it went well or not. The dead don't tend to answer you, and Riza always gives me my privacy.
"It would be redundant of me to say you left too soon," I tell the gravestone once I reach it. "You have a family that needs you, you know."
I get quiet as I stare at the gravestone, lost for what else I could possibly say. You were too young. Too much to live for. That we needed you back.
"I'm not even the one that needs you back the most," I say out loud, then sigh. "But I can't help but admit that I need you back too. I may not be the one that needs you the most, but damnit, I need you back too."
The wind is the only voice that answers and I grip my cane. The wind's got a bit of a chilly bite to it still, winter starting to take over fall. I wait for the wind to die down a bit. When it finally does, I crouch carefully, sticking my bad leg out a bit to ease the pressure on it and touch my hand to the stone. It was State funded, of course, just like the entire funeral was. That was one thing I was grateful for, for the sake of the family. They didn't need that on top of everything else.
"Got a lot of flowers here today," I said, eyeing the various roses and other flowers that I don't know the names for. "You're missed, you know that? Even by people I'll bet you didn't think would miss you."
I fuss around with the arrangement of the flowers a bit before standing back up. "I wish I could say 'come back to us.' It's an absurd thing to say, but sometimes, I can't help but wonder if it isn't possible with you." I bite back another sigh. "Wishful thinking. It's getting cold, so I'd best be going."
I turn to walk away, leaving behind me the grave of Edward Elric, Fullmetal Alchemist.