Pride was finally back. They were one step closer to having all seven sins together again. As much as he may look it, Pride was not Edward Elric. Red markings trace his body, avoiding the Ouroboros on his left shoulder. His once vibrant golden orbs are dull and blank.
He has no memories of his past life, and is just a homunculus. Not a killing machine like Envy or a life having homunculus like the former Pride. He is more of a walking doll, doing no more than what he was ordered to do.
Poor Alphonse.
The very first time he saw Edward as a homunculus, he did the first thing any younger brother would do. He yelled and jumped him in a hug, tears streaming down his face as he kept murmuring, "Nii-san. Nii-san."
Pride had raised his automail spear behind his former brother, ready to strike. If it hadn't been for the Fuhrur Roy Mustang and Colonel Riza Hawkeye, Alphonse would be dead, killed by the shell of his older brother.
As they stood there, waiting and watching the brilliant sunrise, a breeze flows by. For one moment, as Pride's golden hair blows backwards, you can imagine he is still Edward. His hair shines again, and you can almost hear him shouting back a retort about his height. But as he turns to the smirking green-haired homunculus next to him, the vision is gone, broken like pieces of glass.
He is not Edward Elric.
He is a homunculus.
He is Pride.