Mustang rubs first his left wrist, then his right with relief. “I see. That’s,” Roy struggles with the idea that he’s stranded here, searching for the least emotional word to use before settling on, “unfortunate.”
When Vrenille gestures toward his throat, Roy looks down thinking he won’t be able to see it, whatever it may be. Turns out he’s very wrong, he notes, when his eyes land on the black mark running down his chest, the contrast between that and his pale skin astonishing. He remembered nothing, no one marking him with this. What else had they done to him when he was insensate? Just who were these people-things believing they were entitled to kidnap him, to deny him a return to the country that needed him?
His mind flurries with the implications of Vrenille’s words, not the information he’d asked of the other man, but the other things, the ‘you guys’. Mustang’s gaze flutters back up to look at Vrenille. “What do you mean by LIES and quotas and contracts and everything else.” His voice grows deeper, more urgent. “What the hell,” he lifts a hand to gesture up and down his chest and neck, “is this?”
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When Vrenille gestures toward his throat, Roy looks down thinking he won’t be able to see it, whatever it may be. Turns out he’s very wrong, he notes, when his eyes land on the black mark running down his chest, the contrast between that and his pale skin astonishing. He remembered nothing, no one marking him with this. What else had they done to him when he was insensate? Just who were these people-things believing they were entitled to kidnap him, to deny him a return to the country that needed him?
His mind flurries with the implications of Vrenille’s words, not the information he’d asked of the other man, but the other things, the ‘you guys’. Mustang’s gaze flutters back up to look at Vrenille. “What do you mean by LIES and quotas and contracts and everything else.” His voice grows deeper, more urgent. “What the hell,” he lifts a hand to gesture up and down his chest and neck, “is this?”