followstheflame: (What do I deserve?)
[The PCD turns on suddenly, showing a hand pulling away from it as a figure walks farther away, toward someone who is seemingly asleep in a bed. Eventually they are recognizable to anyone who knows them as Roy and Riza, with the former in the bed and the latter looking like she's just come in from outside. It's also evident that this isn't their house.

Riza stands before the bed, back still to the PCD, and looks down at the occupant. Her voice can be heard just audibly, fondness in her tone despite how quietly she speaks.]


You're getting too thin, Colonel.

[Roy doesn't stir.

A few moments pass in which Riza just watches over him, but then her hand reaches out toward one of his, hovering just above it.

But she shakes her head and pulls back, sighing in frustration at herself.]


Stupid, Riza...

[The feed records her sitting in a nearby chair and then switches off.]

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