Mustang's residence, Amestris - Afternoon

A week ago, Roy had shown the Elysia to Hughes. It was an absurd thought. It was even more absurd thinking how little anything had changed. Gracia had cried over the letter Roy had brought to her, just like Hughes had asked him to, and he'd wished he could have brought the man to her instead. At least Aly had been there, and Roy was grateful as she'd been able to bring more comfort than he could have.

So maybe not everything was the same. It couldn't really be, not when he'd talked to Aly's dead husband and Hughes had kept poking at him. He sighed and took a sip from his whiskey glass. The sun made the liquid shine as if it was golden and he closed his eyes, enjoying the heat of it on his shoulders and the slight breeze that made the rose bushes in his tiny backyard sway.

Bizarre.