Well. I was supposed to be, anyway. Roy wasn't as good of an alchemist as he thought.

I'm just his mistake, stuck with your face and your damned memories in my head.

[His voice rises as he speaks; not shouting, but still louder than he needs to be. There's a barely restrained anger in his expression. Someone might be getting a little too into this act. But he figures that so long as this still serves his purposes, he can get back into control whenever he wants.]