A storm of memories brushed past his vision in a split second that felt like a century to him. Roy blinked his eyes and took a deep breath. After a brief pause to sort out his thoughts, a smile bloomed across Roy's face.
"Seems like we were both played by Fate."
Could he really call it being played by Fate? He was the one who agreed with the contract, after all. A contract with Fate is only valid when both parties agree with it, that's the oppositional nature of Fate; while fate is forced upon people, Fate can not force anything on the living.
"...What have you done, Roy, what have you done?"
