You killed me. I hate losing. But there are worse ways to die than at the hands of a man like you. I love how cold and focused your eyes are. I look forward to the day when those eyes will be wide with agony. It’s coming. It’s coming.
(Source: cake-light)
What are you crying for, Winry?
You two won’t cry. Someone else should do it for you, don’t you think?
(Source: cake-light)