Disclaimer: I do not own FMA and that's the truth
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Dark-(1) entirely or partly without light
(2) Giving no performance – closed
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For someone who wielded the incandescent crimson power of fire, darkness was new.
How many times had he wished he could not have seen the faces of the people he had scorched without flinching? It seemed like a cruel joke for that wish to come through now, while he was fighting to actually save his country.
All lights had gone out, extinguished, leaving him in utter darkness, but he was far from useless this time. He had Riza to point him in the right direction – like always – and his country and its people to save. Even though his world had been plunged into unending darkness, he would stride forward into it. He would stride forward into the darkness, protecting the future he had so often looked to.
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One ought never to turn ones back on a threatened danger and try to run away from it. If you do that, you will double the danger. But if you meet it promptly and without flinching, you will reduce the danger by half. Never run away from anything. Never!
-Winston Churchill
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Edward could not help but feel that sometimes he was the main character of a never ending play. So much of what others saw was a lie, an ingenious performance by a skilled and experienced actor. They saw a young, rebellious alchemist unrelenting in his path to reclaim his brother's body and his own missing limbs.
Unwavering, huh?
Don't get him wrong, he would not stop until Al was back in flesh and blood, but that didn't mean he had never faltered in his belief in a way to accomplish what he had set out to do.
Only when he was alone did he let the curtain close and remove his thespian's mask. Only when he was by himself did he take an intermission from the constant play he lived in, was forced to live in. No one was aloud to see his real moments of weakness.
To everyone else he was the leading light, the one who never really gave up hope. He would play the part that was placed upon him, he would play it flawlessly. He had no other choice. So he would take a page out of Mustang's script, as much as he resented having to do so, and look to the future in hope he would be able to see the end of this play
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All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
-William Shakespeare
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Um...I really don't know what to say. I think its way OOC, but I wanted to capture the characters in a way people didn't expect...