Proud enough for you to call me arrogant

Greedy enough to be labeled a thief

Angry enough for me to go and hurt a man

Cruel enough for me to feel no grief

I had never understood what Roy Mustang and Alphonse Elric seemed to expect from me. I was no longer 'Edward Elric', but I was actually named Pride.

They never seemed to understand this though, because whenever I met them when I was with Envy; they would always try to persuade him to join their side. In a way it hurt me to leave them behind and follow Envy, but at the same time it made me feel so… happy.

My name was Pride, but most people didn't seem to believe that at first because I was always quiet when around people. People definitely didn't have a problem calling me a thief though, but I only did what I was ordered to by Father and Envy.

I also could be angry, but the only way I expressed my anger was by hurting the person that was my opponent and it never seemed to affect me in the way it did most people.

As I said before though; I only followed orders. My orders were not to grieve over people, or to betray Father. They just didn't seem to understand though, and sometimes Envy would also try to get under my skin.

I always stayed indifferent and never got angry or upset when Envy would insult me and call me names. I'd just watch him and wait for him to finally get bored so he would move onto other things.

Never could have just a part of it

I always need more to get by

Getting right down to the heart of it

The root of all evil has been running my whole life

Some called me evil, but I didn't see what good and evil had to do with me. I didn't see myself as evil; for I too was doing good. Just not for the people these civilians seem to think are the good guys.

I fight for Father, and I fight for what I believe is right. Maybe I am evil, but I am not going to stop because of what people seem to think of me. Maybe I'm actually the good guy, but I can't say for sure.

Father didn't seem to care for these people, so neither did I. Maybe he was the root of all the evil that coursed through me. Maybe I'm just pure evil myself, but Roy Mustang and Alphonse Elric didn't seem to think that.

Dirty enough for me to lust

Leaving nothing to trust

Jealous enough to still feel envious

Lazy enough to sleep all day

And let my life just waste away

Selfish enough to make you wait for me

Sometimes I almost seemed human with the kinds of emotions I felt for Envy. He always seemed so perfect to me, but I had never voiced the thought. Sometimes he'd have sex with me to relieve himself, and so he could concentrate more on Father's orders. Whenever he left me though, I would try to imagine something else happening, and Envy would stay with me and tell me that he cared.

I knew it would never happen, but whenever I'd see a couple walking in the park and holding hands as if there was no one but them. I'd hate them, and I wouldn't be able to stand them for very long without feeling an urge to kill them.

Killing was not something I usually did. So, whenever I felt like doing it; I knew something was bothering me. Most of the time I thought it was rejection that kept me doing that, but when I asked Father he just said it was a natural instinct.

I didn't want to go and fight those people. I really preferred staying away from them if possible, because no matter how much I try to ignore them; they always make me think about Edward Elric.

I heard that Edward Elric was a child prodigy in alchemy and had served under the military for quite a few years before he went missing. From what else I had heard, he seemed completely opposite of me.

Driven blindly by our sins

Misled so easily

Entirely ready to leave it behind

I'm begging to break free

Envy showed me everything I lived to do. Fight, kill, and research. I would fight off my enemies, kill the targets, and then research everything about the next target.

They made my life simple, but I once heard Alphonse yell at me, "How are you misled like this? Don't you even try to think for yourself anymore?"

I do think for myself, but I always listen to orders before I decide on anything. I know I might have to die for Envy and Father's work, but I don't care anymore. I have nothing to hold onto in this world, so nothing would keep me here.

Every time I think about my death; I also think about Envy. Would he even care if I was dead? I could always feel the rejection that Envy had used to scar my heart. I cared so deeply about him, yet I didn't know if these emotions were even real.

Take all of me

The desires that keep burning deep inside

Cast them all away

And help to give me strength to face another day

I am ready

Help me be what I can be

I always wished that things had worked out differently between Envy and I, but I refuse to say anything. In a way, I had wished for him to push me away and hoped that he'd also put out those little flames of desire that spring to life inside me. They never did go away.

Now Father will help me at times; explaining that I can't feel love of any sort. He may have been the one to help me get through the times when I couldn't handle this life anymore. I guess Envy had never noticed because I was always very careful to conceal any hint that I was being troubled.

Envy and I just weren't meant to be. But I was still ready to do whatever it took for him to notice me the way I did him. There was always a small chance…