*As a slightly-flustered Roy pauses for breath, he can't help but smile. It feels so... fitting; this new closeness with the strange, mute boy. For the first time, he feels confident in his decision to withdraw his vow to find, and to marry, his rescuer- is it not better to concentrate himself upon the warm, tender and deeply real boy before him than on some distant possibility; a semiconscious whisper present only in his memory?

Although if it weren't for the voice... Roy could almost hold his own suspicions as to 'Maes'' identity.*