VI. Hush
-—Pride revels in the silence.
The world is quiet, and that's just how Pride likes it.
He hasn't had much of a chance to be alone, lately; his mother has glued herself to his side, worried and fretting and annoying him for no reason at all. Even if she is one of the more...tolerable (not likable—never likable) humans, she can be rather...clingy.
And, after four centuries of living with a Father who only rarely acknowledges his presence, it's a little strange to be with someone like her.
(He wonders briefly if all humans are like that, whether they all feel that need to be close to others...but writes it away quickly. If they do, it is only one of their many weaknesses—something for him to exploit in the coming hours...)
Because the Promised Day is nearly upon them; they are on the cusp of victory, even if they cannot celebrate it just yet. They are still one sacrifice short, and though Roy Mustang will easily become the fifth, they must ensure that they can force him to open the Gate. (In the worst-case scenario, Pride can do it for him, but he'd like to avoid that if at all possible. He does value his life.)
Van Hohenheim and his sons...the Curtis woman...they know what is coming. They know his Father's plan; they know what he's going to do and how it's going to happen...but they have no way to stop it. That is the beauty of their vision, he thinks; their opponents are only lowly humans; no matter what they try to do, they will always, always fail.
They have lost Lust; they have lost Greed and Gluttony; but there are still five of them remaining—himself, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, and their Father—and he knows that even with their numbers depleted, they cannot lose. They have been planning for this day for centuries, and there is no way he will let it fail to come to fruition. (He'll die before he lets that happen, because his Father is everything and that's all that matters.)
He was created to serve his Father; he lives to make sure these glorious dreams become a reality. Though he is strong, Father is stronger, and he knows that nothing can go wrong today. This cannot be more perfect.
The world is quiet, now. He cannot wait for the moment it is echoing with man's dying screams.
