"...over the top from time to time,Me and the ones we left behind," Now Riza did not make a habit of singing out loud, especially in a public setting such as her place of work; but sometimes, when her guard was down, she'd begin to hum along to a very sad tone."Now there's no fight left within me, but the righting of this wrongAs nations we're divided, but as people we are oneLike brothers in blood it seems that we've been, too long a soldier..." Riza absently dismantled her handgun for cleaning, and placed the parts on her desk, and in short fluid motions she cleaned the barrel. "In the city of monuments, among the flags of all governments.The order of battle is written in the shadows of a hard black line,Where people cry for a nations scars,And heros sleep beneath a blanket of stars.Too young to die, but never too old to play the general's game." Amber hues remained trained on the piece, but memories flickered before them, of the things she did, the things she was ordered to do. She reminds herself as she begins to piece her weapon back together that what's done is done. "Now there's no life left within them, but the memory lingers on.As nations we're divided, but as people we are oneFor brothers in blood we sing that we've beenToo long a soldier...Eternal flames blow in the wi--"At her feet, Black Hayate stirred from his slumber upon sensing another behind his mistress, alerting Riza of Roy's presence. She glanced over her shoulder before looking back over her piece and placing it back in her holster, "Sir," she stated while pulling herself from her seat to stand and salute him, "How long have you been standing there?" Riza was not the type to fluster easily, and sounded about professional as ever, but it was clear in the faint pink line on her face that she was embarrassed her colonel might have overheard her given the nature of the song.