"Oh really? Those eyes... are lit with determination," is what you said. What you meant was I know that look, I know those feelings. For you yourself have felt those things. That very same determination to redeem yourself, and possibly others. Having personally been sent to recruit Edward Elric thinking he was more than a boy of the tender, or not so tender, age of eleven you gained more than what you were bargaining for. You thought it would be a simple persuasion, knowing that it would be another push towards making Colonel sooner. But you never could have known, wished, or dreamed that Edward would be so much like you. Losing so much all at once, but still have a drive to go one despite setbacks.
It is scary to think that there is another person in the world that has seen, almost, what you have. For you have seen too much, and release too little. The only thing you allow for others to see is a calm smirk, cool determination, and an appreciation for all things fire related. Nobody could have ever imagined that your own personality could be found in another. The parallels are increasingly alarming, if not so much amusing. Confidence is placed in no one at best, but if at all one solitary person. Although you no longer have any place to hide, as he continues to carry his close to his heart, and hand. I can see you searching for answers, and a way to receive those answers. But your eyes no longer light up with determination, but are slowly fading out with depression. There are no answers to your questions, but your little hope remains barely alive, as one day there might be an answer and that's all you can hope for. He too looks for something so elusive as an answer, one that everyday brings him two steps toward, yet three steps back. Slowly but surely diminishing hope falls all about us, but more than anyone, you. And him.
There is nothing simpler to think than that you need each other. For more than a quick release of anger, but less than is illegal. You both are too stubborn, too alike to realize that you need each other. You need to talk, rather than manipulate. You need to see that you are not alone, and really never were. You need to get that light back, that determination. To make things right in the world, the country, the office. Things need to become complacent again. For more than you will care to know, we all need you back. We need your sarcasm, wit, charm, and even your contempt filled glares towards those who take the last cup of coffee in the morning. It hurts each and every one of us to see you hurting. The loss of Hughes has effected us all, but not as much as you... or even Gracia. But you need to talk to him, Edward. He knows the pain you feel, the bitterness your heart holds. And a way to move on without forgetting. You need to... for that new look in your eyes, bring tears to mine.
(A/N For all those whom do not recognize the quote, it is from volume six of the manga series. Not really meant to be RoyxEd but if you want it to be that way, then think away. Riza PoV if you could not tell.)