Chapter 32: Mother Arc: Chapter 25
Yu watched from the kitchen as Breda threw an arm around Edâs shoulders with some affectionate roughhousing. âCongratulations on pissing off the hospital,â he said. âSounds like you really outdid yourself.â
Ed grumbled and gave the soldier an elbow to the gut. âGeddoff. Shit.â After extracting himself he added with a small smile, âI didnât even do anything. Just locked the door.â
She scoffed to herself at the understatement.
âWell, it was enough to make you persona non grata with the staff.â
âProbably because they canât get mad at visiting Xingian royalty,â Ed muttered. Yu had to agree. âBut are you saying I canât go in to see Roy?â
âIt wouldnât be the best idea right now. Sorry Boss.â Breda gave him a sympathetic smile. âThe only reason they let any of us in is they canât interfere with military business.â
Ed scowled and scratched through his hair. âFuck. Do I even get to know when theyâre gonna release him?â
âAll I know is ânot yetâ. No one was feeling very talkative.â
âFuck,â Ed reiterated. âWhat about the rest of it? Find anything yet?â
âGive us a break, itâs barely been half a day and weâve all been up all night. I promise Iâll keep you in the loop.â
Edâs eyes narrowed.
âI promise! . . . As much as I can.â
âHmph.â
Breda punched his shoulder. âHey. I know you. Itâs not worth trying to keep you in the dark. I just have to convince Radcliff. So donât go making that harder, all right?â
âFine, Iâll fucking behave.â
âThatâs all I ask.â
Yu retreated back int the kitchen.
It was early afternoon and they had been up for little more than an hour. Mei had left to deal with matters regarding the embassyâand also, Yu suspected, to get some space. Yu had briefly considered going with her, but wasnât sure she was ready to deal with the princess just yet.
Instead, she was puttering around cleaning her sonâs kitchen, trying to work up the nerve to talk to her sonâs lover.
Her son who had nearly died.
Her son who had recently confessed to being a murderer.
Breda had left with a small set of keys Ed had fetched for him. Now Ed seemed unable to settle, drifting between the library and the study. Yu filled the kettle and set it on the stove, listening to him move about.
Edâs odd, uneven footsteps retreated upstairs, and when he came back down a moment later he finally settled on the couch. She glanced through the doorway and saw him set a shoebox down on the coffee table and open it, pawing through the contents with a frown.
Yu switched off the burner and poured water over the teabag. If this was going to be a regular occurrence, she was going to have to get her son some proper tea.
Regular occurrence.
How many times was she going to be here, trying to work up the nerve to discuss some dark part of Royâs life?
Once the tea had steeped she joined Ed in the living room sitting down in one of the armchairs. âWhatâs that youâve got there?â
Ed was frowning at a piece of white fabric. She watched him jab a needle in, poking it around several times before pulling through a line of red thread. âRoyâs glove was ruined,â he muttered.
Her mug hovered.
She raised it, ashamed that such a simple display of affection would startle her.
âRoy told you about Bradley, didnât he.â
Yu froze again, then very deliberately took a sip. â. . . Yes. He did.â
âItâs funny, in a way,â Ed said with a smile that held very little humor. âThatâs not one he hates himself over. Heâs not proud of itâit was just something that needed to be doneâbut thatâs not what he hates himself over.â
Not what he hates himself over. âYouâyouâre referring to Ishval. Right? But he was under ordersââ
âHe agreed to those orders the moment he accepted that uniform and that watch. He agrees to them every day he puts the uniform on.â
That stopped her.
âItâd be easy to fob off the responsibility.â Ed picked at a knot in the thread. âA lot of people do. But Roy doesnât see it like that. He made the choices that put him there. He made the choice to stay.â
The thread snapped and Ed scowled at the broken end.
âBut if it had just been the battlefield, thatâd be one thing,â he continued. âThatâs bad enough, butâthere was more. Something else that happened.â Ed paused to knot the two tails of the thread together.
Yu set down her tea, folding her hands together to stop the shaking. âPlease. Iâwant to understand. I need to understand.â
The young man sighed. âThere were . . . two doctors. A married couple. Theyâthey were treating the Ishvalans. The military . . . the military didnât like that.â
Yu twisted her fingers.
âHe . . . they . . . the order got passed down to Roy.â
She desperately wanted to tell him to stop. To tell him that she didnât want to hear any more. But she couldnât.
âIf you ask me, Roy had no good choices left. Following that order andââ he made a sharp, aborted gesture. âDoing what he did. That was the least shit option out of a pile of shit. Because either way, theyâmilitary wanted them dead.â He finally glanced up at her with a bitter smile. âBut Royâs the one who chose to sign on with a military that would give those orders.â
âI . . . see.â
Sheâs never thought of it like that. It didnât sit well. It seemed to her that the most Roy was guilty of was idealism and naĂŻvetĂ©.
She picked up her mug and gave herself the span of a few sips to consider.
âAnd . . . Bradley?â
âWell . . . to really get this, you have to understand that after Ishval Roy was determined to get to a place where heâd never have to follow an order like that again. Where he could make sure orders like that would never be given. He was working his way up through the ranks to do it all through the system, butâfour years ago it became clear that that wasnât fast enough. He couldnât wait that long. The country couldnât wait that long. Too many people had died already. Things were heating up, and . . . we had to act.â
ââWeâ?â
âBradley was just a puppet, really,â Ed continued. âHe was an inhuman monster who was running this country into the ground and he needed to be stopped, but he wasnât the brains or the push behind everything.â Ed snorted as he pulled off another length of thread. âThat was all that one fucking bitch who didnât want to die.â
She waited while he worked the thread into the eye of the needle.
âSo then Roy. . . .â
âDealt with Bradley. Yep. Again, not anything heâs proud of. But not something that weighs on him, either. It just needed to be done.â
âAnd this . . . woman? Did heâdeal withâher as well?â
âNah, that was me.â
âBut you must have been a child!â
Ed snorted again and glanced up. âSixteen. Just. I hear that made me old enough to be handed a gun and sent into battle. If everything hadnât gone to shit when it did I probably would have been.â He shook his head. âYeah. I was a kid. A kid who was considered a human weapon, but I was a kid. A kid who had been facing down assholes and lunatics for years already but still wasnât ready to face the harsh truth of the world.â
Yu lowered her eyes, for the first time wondering just how twisted Amestrisâ State Alchemist program must have been.
âI didnât kill her, if thatâs what youâre worried about. I was going after Dante because she had Al, and I would have . . . I dunno.â He glanced up. âI dunno what I would have done if it had come to . . . that.â
âBut . . . Roy. . . .â
âRoy did what he had to do.â
âI . . . see.â
She sat and sipped her tea, watching as he picked out another knot. âWhenâwhen you say he was harming the country. Do you mean . . . wars such as Ishval. . . .â
âDeliberate.â Ed snapped the thread and pulled out another length. âDeliberately started. Deliberately escalated. Deliberately designed to create misery and despair.â
âBut why?â
âBecause desperate people do desperate things. You get someoneâor a group of someonesâdesperate enoughââ
âThe Stone.â
âYep.â
Ed finished anchoring the newest thread and then started a new line on the fabric.
âAll that fightingâall those lives lostâall because she didnât want to die. One person. And the tragedy of it was, She wasnât going to last much longer anyway. You canât cheat the Gate, and you can only bargain with it for so long before thereâs nothing left. It catches up with you eventually.â
âIn other wordsâimmortalityââ
âDoesnât exist.â
âOh.â
She wondered what the Emperor would do if he learned this.
But one set of life-altering revelations at a time.
âBradley . . . Fuhrer Bradley had been participating in that? Destroying his own country to create the Stone.â
âOn the chance someone would create the Stone,â Ed corrected. âHe was Danteâs main puppet. One of them.â
She sipped her cooling tea.
Yu watched in silence while Ed placed one painstaking stitch after another into the white fabric. âThisâsomething that recklessâthat canât have been Royâs original plan.â
âNah. He was working up through the ranks and planning to take over the country legally.â
âBut that was taking too long.â
âYeah. And everything just . . . sort came to a head.â
âI never knew. All this time . . . and I never knew.â
Ed looked up. âWellâyouâre his mom.â
Yu stared at him.
Ed sighed and made a vague gesture. âI meanâyouâre his mom. He doesnât want you to think badly of him.â
She didnât know what she could say to that.
Abruptly she set her mug down as something struck her. âThere was no body.â
âOh, that.â Ed frowned as his thread knotted up once more. âBradley wouldnât have left one.â
She reached over and plucked the fabric out of his hands. âYou would have fewer knots if you used shorter pieces of thread. And what can you mean, he âwouldnât have left oneâ? If he had a body, he would have left a body.â
âYes and no.â Ed wrinkled his nose. âWhen I said he was an inhuman monster, I wasnât being poetic. You know what a homunculus is?â
She froze with the knot half undone. âHomuncu. . . .â She had come across the term in her studies, of course. Butâ âThose areâa mythââ
Ed scoffed. âTheyâre as real as the Stone. Back then we had seven of them running around.â
She carefully pulled the ends of the thread until the knot slid free. âI . . . see.â
âHomunculi are identical to humans, compositionally, but they arenât . . . their bodies arenât held together the same way. When the energy sustaining them runs out they just . . . break apart.â He waved his hands. âDissolve into their component parts. Water, carbon, ammonia, lime, phosphorous . . . all the rest.â
âYou would get . . . a puddle. A puddle of organic compounds.â
âYeah.â
âRoy was fighting a monster.â
Ed shrugged as he took the embroidery back. âHuman or monster, Bradley needed to be taken down.â
âButââ
The phone rang and she jumped. Ed got up to answer it with nothing more than a grumble. As if everything was normal.
Perhaps the atrocities he was describing had become mundane to him.
âHâloâoh, hi Al. Whatâreâwhat? How did you know âboutâhe what? That shittyâokay, okay. Heâsâheâs fine. Now. Royâs gonna be fine.â Ed dropped into the nearby chair. âOkay. Hold onâlemme start at the beginning.â
Yu picked up the embroidery again, looking at the penciled on salamander array that Ed was carefully (if artlessly) tracing in red thread.
She didnât want to admit it, but a not insignificant part of her had been relieved when she heard Bradley hadnât been human.
Perhaps such a thing shouldnât make a difference.
But she couldnât quiet the little voice that said it did.
* * *
Breda looked up from the desk drawer he was trying to open as Lieutenant Marcus hung up the phone. âThat was Alphonse, wasnât it? You know heâs just going to call his brother and get the whole scoop anyway.â
Marcus scowled. âThat doesnât mean I should break protocol.â
Breda grunted as one of the keys finally turned in the lock and the drawer popped open. âBut now youâve got two Elrics pissed at you.â
Marcusâ scowl darkened.
âYour funeral, buddy.â
The folder on top of the pile in the drawer stood out, not the least because of the label that read Liore in bold type. Breda flipped it open. âIs this the same folder youâd brought to Mustang?â
âIt is.â Marcus picked it up and started paging through the contents. âI had noticed some changes in the reports.â
âWhen had you last read them?â
âAbout eight months agoâ
Breda raised an eyebrow.
Marcus added with a grumble. âWhen we were informed that Mustang would be taking over command here. Brigadier General Mustang was prominently involved in this. . . .â He waved a hand over the papers. âThis. He and Elric both.â
âI know. I was there, too. Is that your big beef with them?â
Marcusâ expression tightened.
âI know I havenât been here long, but itâs pretty clear youâve got no love for Mustang and even less for Ed,â Breda pressed. âIs it over this? Liore? Or is there something else about those two that rubs you the wrong way?â
Marcus slapped the folder down onto the desk. âHe thinks the rules donât apply to him!â
âWhich rules?â
âAny. All. Look, you wonât find me defending Archer and what he did. I lost a cousin at Liore thanks to him. But that doesnât excuse Mustangâs actions. No one may be able to prove it but itâs pretty clear heâd gone rogue. And ElricâElricâs never had respect for the system or for protocols.â
âHmph.â Breda slid the folder toward himself. âAnd here I thought you just didnât like gay men.â
Judging by the sour expression he wasnât wrong.
âI donât see how any of that is relevant.â Marcus indicated the file. âYouâll see my notes there on the . . . âerrorsâ.â
Breda skimmed the page, then the next, and the one after that. âClever. Itâs almost believable. If it werenât completely fiction. Do you think they switched the pages?â
âProbably. I donât have any way to prove or disprove it.â
âWhat do you think they were after last night? This one was already tampered with.â
âYour guess is as good as mine. Whoever they are theyâre clearly trying to make the general look bad.â
âWhat, you donât approve?â Breda probably should have tried harder to keep the incredulity out of his voice but it had been a long day.
Marcus glared. âIf Brigadier General Mustang is going to fall itâll be his own doing. Not some fabricated conspiracy that disrespects the men and women who died that day.â
Breda tapped the papers back into a neat pile and closed the folder. âMy apologies. I didnât realize you had standards.â
âFunny. Look, Lieutenant. I know youâre one of Mustangâs, no matter who you report to now. Iâve heard all about the kind of loyalty he seemed to inspire. Youâre right, I donât like him. I donât like Elric. But I like dirty tactics and shady maneuvers even less.â
Breda grunted. âNoted, Second Lieutenant Marcus. Anything else youâd like to add before I take this to Radcliff?â
âOnly that Iâm well aware that there was plenty of both going on in the upper ranks under Bradley. One would have had to be an idiot not to suspect something.â
âThe ranks must have been populated by idiots.â
âOr maybe most of us arenât so comfortable working so far outside the rules.â
âYouâre probably right about that.â
* * *
âYou havenât even been here a year, Mustang,â Radcliff ribbed. âIs this what I have to look forward to?â
Roy grimaced. âGod, I hope not. Iâll be grey before Iâm forty.â
âCareful. If you go grey you might actually look like you belong in that position.â
âWell I canât have that.â
It was heartening that Radcliff felt comfortable enough to to give him a hard time. Maybe he was starting to settle in here after all.
âI have Lieutenant Breda helping Marcus on this,â Radcliff continued. âThough Iâm sure we all have a good guess what your assailant was after.â
âSomething tells me he didnât find what he was looking for.â Not if he was searching the records room. âHis demeanor in the hallway wasnât of a man who had succeeded in his objective.â Roy leaned back against what passed for a headboard. âHas Marcus told you his suspicions?â
âIn brief, yes. Iâm not making any judgements until I can see for myself.â
âIt was on my agenda to show. I needed another set of eyes on this.â
Radcliff nodded.
Roy hated to bring up old wounds, but Radcliff was a soldier. If being reminded of the day heâd lost his son was causing him any pain, it was being kept carefully tucked away.
âAs soon as they let me out of here Iâll join you in analyzing them,â Roy continued. âThere must be evidence or they wouldnât have bothered with this song and dance.â
âWhen are they releasing you?â
Roy huffed. âOne more day for âobservationâ. I doubt theyâll be able to justify anything more. Iâm tempted to force the issue but the hospital staff is peeved enough.â
âYes, your family left quite the impression.â
He chuckled. âWell, it had been a while since Edâs upset the apple cart, as it were. One could say he was overdue.â
âHmph. No comment.â
Roy took it as a positive that the other man was fighting a smile.
âI will say that thisâmy being attacked was sloppy and unplanned. Whoeverâs behind this wants me discredited somehow, not dead.â
âI agree.â Radcliff frowned for a moment in thought. âYou have no shortage of enemies, Mustang. But I wouldnât have pegged any of them as this careless.â
âI agree.â Roy smirked. âIâve clearly moved their timetable.â
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