He stares at their hands touching as he lists out things that would sound random to anyone else. "Chess. My comrades were taken away somehow. Berthold Hawkeye. The lab and some lessons. Going into town on errands for him. Random childhood memories in a city and in a bar. I was surrounded by women. Wearing a military uniform. Ishbal. Bloody sand. Burned corpses. A black Shiba Inu."

He looks into her eyes, watching for her reaction. "Almost all of these with a woman." He feels like the name is on the tip of his tongue again and this time it comes out. "Riza Hawkeye. The woman I love." He says it so easily without a drop of hesitation, not knowing everything they've sacrificed for their goals. To him the intimacy he feels is surely a sign of a long loving relationship, perhaps even marriage.

There's a twinkle in his eye as something else returns to him. "Elizabeth. It's a code name."