True Enough.
If anyone had asked her one person she was loyal to, she would have given them a simple enough answer; 'Roy Mustang'.
If anyone had asked her, why it was, that she was loyal to 'Roy Mustang', she would also have given them a simple enough answer; 'Because I believe in his dream', which, in itself, was perhaps not such a simple reason, had they comtempated it, still, it was a simple, and true enough answer.
If anyone had asked her whether she loved 'Roy Mustang'.
She would have lied. She would have said; 'No, I do not love Roy Mustang.' And in her mind, she would wonder, Do I love Roy Mustang?
And in some secret heart of hers, she knows, she supposes, and it's on long and cold and lonely nights when she lies still in bed, years of memories running through her mind, and problems, for the moment, left alone, that she can admit to herself, that she does, in fact, love Roy Mustang.
Still, if anyone had asked her, she would have said that she did not. Her loyalty within itself was true, that much she was sure of, for though she had loved him for much longer than she dared reach with her mind, she was sure that it was not out of lust, that her loyalty from him had originated from. That much, at least, Riza Hawkeye knew. Sometimes, when she dares admit to love him, if only half to herself, she wonders, distantly, whether it is possible he loves her, and knows it not possible. And yet, no matter how hard she tries, it is her loyalty that cannot falter, even if for only a second, no matter what he thinks of her.
Still, she wonders whether it possible, knowing it not. And it's in places that no one can find, that sometimes, she admits to herself that all her roads lead only by him, whether as subordinate, friend, protector, or, at times when she happens to be particularly daring, lover.
And still, if someone asked her whether she loved 'Roy Mustang', she would lie and tell them; 'No, I do not love Roy Mustang.'
For although it was not true, it was true enough.
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I don't get it, either. Review anyway?