A Second Arrest
How had he gotten them both into this sort of situation again? It had been harmless enough to borrow Ed's name again for something as stupid as alchemy books, so how the hell was he supposed to know that the Elric brothers had a warrant out on their heads.Â
And a death sentence.
Russell let himself be led to the cell with a sullen glower, unable to look at Fletcher. How was he supposed to even face him when he'd let his innocent little become involved in something like this; the guilt bore heavily on his shoulder, and though he wanted to curl up in a corner, let himself cry silently if only relieve the frustration and terror, to clutch Fletcher tight against him for what may have been the last time, he had to stay strong. He had no choice but to force a sort of bravery, if only for the sake of his beloved little brother.
When he finally able to work past the tightness in his throat, the blond raised his head just enough to address the officer escorting them. "I don't care what you do with me, he muttered with as much conviction as he could manage, "but leave my brother out of this. He had no part in any of this."
