I see you. I watch you every day. I watch as you struggle with the paperwork, struggle with your soul and your sins. All this time, I want to help you, but you push everyone away, thinking to not condemn us as well. You lock yourself up in your office until all hours of the night, mulling through your sins in your mind, playing with your gun, debating whether or not to use it, to end the sorrows. But you never have.
I can't begin to imagine what goes on inside your head, what you hear in your worst nightmares…what faces come to haunt you at night. But if you would only talk to someone, maybe you can move on from guilt to forgiveness…
But you don't want that.
You act like no one likes you. Which is partially true, now that Maes is dead…I wouldn't call Havoc a friend… and the rest of us follow you because you're our superior… You think no one would miss you if you were suddenly gone. Hell, not many would, Taisa.
…Then I guess I don't count.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist.
A Note: Well, this is number two...I have no idea where this came from... still in Riza's point of view, with depressed!Roy and dead!Maes... sniff I need to get more ideas. Well, whatever. I'm starting to like Riza more and more.