Envy lifted the bear from the arm of the child he had just ripped apart. It had been white, but the blood was soaking into it, turning it a rust-colour. It eyes were black and glassy, like those of the dead.
The head of the raven-haired girl was only a few footsteps away. Her eyes were just as glassy as those of the bear. Behind neither pair could he find what he was looking for.
Later, he had slammed Wrath into a wall, tilted up his chin and stared into his eyes. He could see the colour – amethyst – the emotions – fear, confusion, uncertainty – but it was still not there.
He supposed it was because Wrath had been transmuted as a baby, only aging inside of the Gate as one of the Gate-demons. So he did the same to Lust, this time the emotions being amusement, excitement and a certain level of arousal. But no matter how hard he pulled her head back by her mane of raven hair, he couldn't see it.
He'd looked into the eyes of the dead girl in Rizenbul among the ruins of the Elrics' house.
The next time he saw the Elric brothers, he knocked Ed to the ground and looked into his eyes. But even there, he couldn't find it.
Dead, alive, human, homunculus…Nowhere but the mirror could he find the shadow of a shadow of a memory unseen.