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The door hasn't opened for Roy in longer than he cares to think about. He's not certain why it stopped, honestly, only that one day he'd left Milliways and that he hasn't been able to get back in since. He'd eventually stopped even looking for the entrance, instead trying to forget that it had ever been there as he drove himself harder toward his goals.
It had been difficult, to say the least, but it had been a necessity. He'd left a lot behind, more than he'd realised at first, but in order to succeed, to attain promotion and a position of leadership, he'd been unable to let himself dwell on the idea for too long.
That's why, when he walks into the back room of his office (he'd only wanted to hunt down a fresh pack of cigarettes) and suddenly finds himself standing in a bar, even the great Roy Mustang is, for once, rendered momentarily speechless.
It had been difficult, to say the least, but it had been a necessity. He'd left a lot behind, more than he'd realised at first, but in order to succeed, to attain promotion and a position of leadership, he'd been unable to let himself dwell on the idea for too long.
That's why, when he walks into the back room of his office (he'd only wanted to hunt down a fresh pack of cigarettes) and suddenly finds himself standing in a bar, even the great Roy Mustang is, for once, rendered momentarily speechless.