I am not jealous of you being able to teleport.

[ flatly, as he watches maes sit back down, almost suspiciously -- is he just going to teleport again??? -- but satisfied that he is staying put, he takes another drink. ]

And being able to use alchemy doesn't qualify me as abnormal. [ but it's said with the tone of someone who has said such things a million times, and roy mustang will fucking die on this hill, okay. ] But I have to admit, I haven't . . .

[ but he pauses, there, for half a second. ]

. . . I almost lost the ability to do it at all, near the end of the fighting that broke out between King Bradley and . . . well, me. [ and his squad, but roy mustang said he was going to bring it down, and he fought to fucking bring it down. ] It's given me a new perspective on what's important, and what isn't.

[ he pauses, again, before finishing the drink in his hand. the liquor is beginning to settle in his bones, which prevents him from thinking as quickly as normal, but that's the point, isn't it? ]

I'm grateful that you're normal, is what I'm trying to say. Normal-ish.