"At least let me finish a damn sent—"
"No. You are coming back to East City. Now. That is an order, Fullmetal, and I will have you court-martialed if you refuse."
Edward glared at him. "Why!?"
"You have a knack for getting yourself beaten within an inch of your life if I'm not watching you, and I am not losing so valuble a tool because he cannot keep himself out of trouble," Mustang thundered. "Here is your ticket. Get on the train."
"I can look after myself," Fullmetal pouted.
"Prove it," Mustang answered, herding him forward.