Character: Riza Hawkeye

I will not die. I was ordered to survive.

- If you're going to shoot, pull the trigger! But what are you gonna do after my death?
- I have no desire to lead a carefree life in solitude. When the battle ends, I will leave this world together with the remains of the Fire of the Alchemist.

- Eh.. cried my bright future.
- When finished, we blame it on the Colonel.

Taking away the life of so many people... We have no right to choose the time of his death.

Only one thing protects the soldier -- His uniform.

- I will assign you to your group. Want you had my back. You know?.. I trust you with my back to in the event you could shoot it. And if I go astray - don't hesitate to kill me. Are you with me?
- ... Yes. If that is what you want - I'll follow you even in hell.

If our world really obey the principle of equivalent exchange as the alchemists, even after the corpses drowning in their own blood... we just have to pay for something that our children could enjoy a normal life without war.

- How not whether to clap every time before conversion.
- Counterattack right.
Oh, I'm starting to like this clapping alchemy!

We must remember all who were murdered. After all, they never forget their executioners.