Riza Hawkeye handed in her resignation to Roy Mustang.
“Are you sure about this, Colonel Hawkeye?” Mustang’s face betrayed no emotion.
“Yes, sir.” Hawkeye’s face was just as blank as his. “You’re Fuhrer now, sir. I stayed in the military to help you get here. Now there’s no need to serve as your aid any longer.”
“Very well, Colonel. You have served your country well. You are dismissed from all your duties.”
They saluted each other. Without another word, Hawkeye left the Fuhrer’s office.
Riza thought it would be more frightening leaving the military considering she spent her entire adult life as part of it. But it was like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She no longer had to serve as Roy Mustang’s aid (or as she liked to call it, baby-sitter).