Edward Elric doesn't need anything else in his life.
Not another mother.
"Edward, you can't go out like that when it's raining," admonishes Hawkeye. "Pull up your hood."
Nor a father.
"Isn't my daughter absolutely precious?" Ed rolls his eyes, smirking as he obediently agrees and shoves away Hughes' pictures.
He'll never need a father.
The colonel hunches over papers on his desk, then scowls and mutters, "Next time, just come to me for help first."
Ed doesn't need a friend to help him through hard times.
Winry places her hand over his. Neither say anything. They merely appreciate the silent support provided by the other's company.
And he doesn't have to have more family.
Edward blushes when he sees the warm smiles and cake in Mustang's office. He averts his gaze, embarrassed. "Hughes told you, didn't he?"
He doesn't require help.
Too short to climb out of the ditch, the blond reluctantly accepts the offered hand.
Or someone to watch over him.
A tall figure quietly adjusts the sleeping boy's blanket.
He can take care of himself.
Al hurriedly blocks the attack with his body, shielding his brother.
Edward doesn't need any of that… But that's just his opinion.
