He stood there, looking beyond the snow and mountains, hands grasping the railings. His mind drifting into the past. He thought of Ishval and the unforgettable things he had done. He saw the terrified faces of each Ishvalen he had murdered. The more he thought, the tighter his grasp of the railing became. He snapped back into reality once he heard foot steps coming his way. As he took his hands of the railing, he notice his automail had bend the bar slightly. He squinted down at his metal hand and a drop of water fell from his eye. Could this be a tear? he thought to himself. He chuckled, "Couldn't be! Briggs men don't cry!"