Don't own FMA. Rizacentric.
H is for Heaven
She couldn't believe it. She found a place to be herself. She found a place to talk to her heart's content, and not have anyone talk back, whether what they said was good or bad.
He's her confidant. She can tell him anything, and all he does is listen.
Sure, he's not a real person. But, when she's depressed or crying tears of anguish and frustration, he's there to lick the tears away.
He's there when she longs for someone to cuddle with when no one of the human race is there.
He's the almighty Black Hayate. Dog taken under her wing because the men were too stupid to do anything about it.
Heaven is having someone you can always talk to, and tell the absolute horrid truth to, isn't it?
It doesn't matter that the said someone is an adorable obedient dog.
It's heaven, and she's not regretting anything.