Greetings, Edward
I don't know how to say what I want to say without sounding strange. Maybe it is strange, but I just can't stop thinking about your eyes.
See what I mean?
But I don't mean that in any weird way; I'm talking about their shine. When I came to offer you the option of becoming a State Alchemist, I didn't know what I was walking into. My office had received a letter about you…well, you know that. What I'm trying to say is that I knew I could be expecting two exceptional young alchemists. I didn't expect them to have attempted the ultimate taboo.
It didn't seem like it could hurt, to still extend a hand to you and your brother, but I expected you to be a wreck. More than physically, I anticipated two kids who had gone through what you did…well, I expected you to be broken.
And you were, a little. But there was still something in your eyes. I won't lie, I was impressed by the soul bond you managed, and that played a factor in my offer…but more than anything, it was the fact that you still seemed like you had a spark left in you.
It grew, too, when you heard me out. I hope you took my words sincerely; while personally I would say getting your bodies back is a long shot, I also know State Alchemists are making new strides in their fields every day. I truly meant it when I said our resources could be helpful to you. To be honest, if anyone can figure out how to fix your predicament, I think you can.
It still sounds strange. I'm not sure I will send this letter; I'm not sure I can, actually. It might be frowned upon to deliver something like this, should you pass your exam (which I have no doubt you will). Regardless, I feel sure you would take it the wrong way.
But I wish you luck, Edward Elric.
Signed,
Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustand, Flame Alchemist.