"No! Don't touch me! You're the evil that's in the world! It's you!"
Roy's hand froze in mid movement, hovering in the space between them awkwardly. It was no man's land between them. His expression became unreadable, eyes flickering between several emotions as they locked onto Winry's own.
Winry's words had struck a chord in him, struck deeper than any blade or bullet could.
"I'm sorry you feel that." His words were soft, but solemn as Roy let his hand fall back to his side. His eyes became hard and he straightened, squaring his shoulders as his fists clenched at his sides.
"Miss Rockbell."












