MCA #7 - Afternoon

The only reason Roy hadn't been mulling over Kerrigan's word was because some time the evening before he'd sat down on the couch with several alchemy books and he hadn't gotten up since. Well, he did get up to make coffee or to feed one of the cats, but other than that his mind had been caught in equations and old philosophies.

The idea of there being a gate inside every alchemist was an unusual one, but not one that stroked against all the other theories Roy knew and his mind had been taken up by it, barely noticing that morning and lunch had passed by now.