Rain
So was the day that his greatest companion died. Or, to him. Seeing that box, that box that held him - a childhood friend of his, he would always come over when it would rain, and the two would always go play, like normal kids. Or, until Riza would find them and scold them as sternly as she grew up to be that - if they didn't get out of the rain this minute - they would get a cold.
But sometimes, he wouldn't go in the rain to play, but instead to cry. Men were, well, men - they don't like to feel weak in front of someone. So, he would cry in the rain.
Because, in the rain, you can't tell which tears are from your eyes or from the skies.
But that was the thing; it wasn't raining. He frowned slightly as a tear went down his cheek. "Are you okay, Colonel?" he heard the Lieutenant's voice.
"It's raining."
"But sir, it's not. It's perfectly clear." And then she paused; he knew she had spotted the tear.
"...Yes..sir."
He closed his eyes and turned away.
"Let's get inside," he said. "Before we catch a cold."