( ic contact )

[sparking]

You've reached the office of Colonel Roy Mustang.
You know what to do.

text → audio ← video → voicemail ← action

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[horncrown]

[ Ah, ambition. Good. ]

And what is it you wish for were you to become this Fuhrer?

[sparking]

( if a man doesn't have that, what does he have? )

To cultivate my country into something better for its people. And ... do what I can to amend past wrongs.

( like returning a holy land to its people. )

[horncrown]

A noble gesture. I had dedicated myself to something like this, once.

[ Politics and war. Ah, yes. Maul knew these things. Although he supposed conversation would provide more beneficial than twenty-questions. ]

[sparking]

And how did that work out for you?

( he could be more subtle about it, he knows that, but subtlety and one ( 1 ) roy mustang rarely mix well. )

[horncrown]

It didn't. [ No, his was not a tale of triumph. His destiny laid in always being just in reach but never more. ]

[sparking]

I'm sorry.

( it's unfortunate when that happens, but sometimes, that just ends up being the way of it. )

What happened, if I may ask?

[horncrown]

[ Indeed it is. ]

The same thing that always happens in war. Betrayal.