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‘Find Ed’ had been her order.

She knew ‘find’ and she knew ‘Ed’ so the instruction clicked immediately. Her owner seemed very worried and she hadn’t seen the pup for some time. Had he gotten lost? It wasn’t an impossible task. Panting, Cocoa drops her head to the ground and begins to sniff around furiously.

It only takes a few seconds before she’s picked up Ed’s scent, taking off to where it led.

With a snap of his fingers he brought destruction to the people of Ishval. The smell of ash and burnt flesh was almost overwhelming as he marched ahead to his next target. Ahead of him was a group of cowering Ishvalans -- A mother shielding her children and the father shielding his family. Roy almost felt sorry for them -- he did feel sorry for them -- but he was a soldier, and soldiers followed their orders. He had to. Looking the Ishvalans in the eye with determination, he snapped his fingers. Letting the spark ignite into a flame and shot it towards the family.

Roy was brought back from the memory when he heard the door close. Letting his eyes focus, he saw Edward walking in, followed by his brother. “Fullmetal. Nice to see you coming back from a mission in one piece for a change.” He stated in his usual monotone tone of voice. 

“Looked more like you were passing out to me,” Korso answers without hesitation while leaving the room that Ed usually used as a study. Honestly it wasn’t that hard to modify the Valkyrie a bit for such things. A little tinkering here, some tweaking there and it was easy to set up. It was nice having the kid on the ship, much less lonely than if he’d gone on his own like before. Plus, he was smart enough to handle a few repairs here and there and that was more than a godsend. 

“Come on, kid... Bed,” he was able to use that term a little more now, which was a relief since it was a habit to do so anyway. The Valkyrie hums lowly around them, the noise interspersed by the sound of Korso’s boots on the metal walkway. Ed’s room was near his own quarters so it wasn’t that far of a trek.

“....”

There is not a lot one expects to find on the remains of what had clearly been a hell of a fight. Rubble, some bodies, blood in the soil, things of that nature. Him being here had been a simple coincidence, a small incident he’d stumbled upon. The look of things paints it as rather grim, enough to draw Korso’s lips into a thin line as he presses forward. The smell of blood is distracting but only a minor irritation. 

The last thing he’s expecting to stumble on is what is clearly a badly injured kid with a blade arm and murder in his eyes. This is more a cornered animal than a kid, honestly. Eyebrows lifting, the older man slowly raises his hands in a ‘unarmed’ fashion, not daring to move even slightly toward the gun that sits snuggly against his right thigh.

The rustle of those little feet had been caught almost as soon as they started to tail after him. But Korso had decided to humor the boy and acted like he’d never noticed. It was more fun to humor children, let them think they were succeeding in being sneaky when they were more than obvious. At the moment Korso is settled outside of his ship, just enjoying the calm of the day.

This was mostly just a relaxation trip for him. A way to chill out from the stress of his missions before having to go right back into the thick of it. Another soft rustle and a smile curls onto his face. He turns his head but, of course, the owner of the feet that made those sounds had ducked out of sight.