Did you want to see me broken? (--Bowed head and lowered eyes?) (джен)

It’s not an exaggeration to say that between a tyrannical government, two overpowered, under-socialized teenagers, the sudden influx of foreign royals and his own crippling sense of self-loathing, Roy Mustang has his hands quite full.
That’s not to say he doesn’t need things. He does, very much. A new Führer, preferably himself. A good social worker with a phenomenal therapist in their employ. A diplomatic corps who advise things other than Yes, Sir, my expert opinion is that we should invade, murder everyone and take all their resources. A husband who will hold his hand through the copious therapy for his PTSD and depression.
What he doesn’t need, he notes, is a third wildly overpowered, under-socialized teenager, except this one is, by all accounts, a witch and has his lips sewn together with metal thread.