Briggs, Amestris - Middle of the night

It was hours before sunset when Roy and Aly made it to the causeway. Neither had really slept at all and there wasn't much left to say that hadn't been already said so it was a quiet goodbye. Not really goodbye. He tried to repeat that to himself. He'd see her. Soon. Just somewhere else where there wouldn't be the ocean. He was going to miss the ocean and the island. Some of the people. Some of the cats.

After eighteen months, it was hard not to but Amestris was where his loyalties lay. Fandom hadn't been about duty and that was rare thing to have for Roy Mustang. So when he crossed the causeway and stepped into a snow filled landscape, the Northern Mountain range of Briggs spreading around him, he told himself that he hadn't walked away from that part. He would be rebuilding the future of his country, but there was another future. One with a boy who has his father's dark hair and his mother's mischief and Roy he wasn't going to give up on that either.

It made it easier to not go back and Roy squared his shoulders and moved further, the snow crunching under his boots as he headed for the first military outpost.

((That's it for Roy as a townie. He'll be staying on as expatriate. Thank you to everyone who's made his stay in Fandom an interesting one.))