FMA/FF7 - Island of Dr. Hojo 33 END

FMA is Hiromu Arakawa's.
Heavy head-canon ahead. : ) Disclaimer: I don't think that pale people are weird or abnormal, this is just from Pride's point of view. ;;

Pride and Envy expelled the rest of the Red Stones, that evaporated on the ground. Envy was crawling like a worm, stripped of his dignity as the most ancient Homunculus, the wisest, the one that had seen human regimes rise and fall ten times over. His face hadn't changed--even without the Red Stones he was eerily still young, unlike Greed that had shriveled when his life was torn out of him. But though Envy's beauty was intact, he couldn't bring himself to spring up like he usually did, but instead dragged himself up, head down.

He didn't slip up--he knew when the Master was mad--he knew her better than any of the other Homunculi---
And the other thing that clued him in was that she was holding out a fresh handful of Red Stones.

Pride maintained as correct a posture he could despite his weakened state. He stood with his head slightly bowed towards Dante. He hated this form--his original form--marble-colored like the other Homunculi----marble because his body was fake. He didn't want to be reminded that he wasn't real--he didn't want to become human like that foolish child Lust did, that would mean to become lesser than he already was, but he didn't want to look like this--like a freak. Their Master had added chemicals to his body to give him a complexion for a middle-aged, battle-hardened warrior. She had given him the ability to mold his appearance, and in time he had perfected the look, added a mustache, added wrinkles, on his own. He altered the color of his iris, making it green instead of the purple he was born with.

But when their Master opened her hand, revealing the Red Stones, his closed, proud eyes opened a crack---in the slightest hint of

anger. For just a moment, for just one moment, he wondered if the benefits of serving their Master outweighed this humiliation. He wondered if he would be better off being in the green freak's possession. No, why stop there? Why curb his ambition by serving a master at all? He could have it all, not just Amestris..and he had the resources to do it. Plans began forming in his artificial head. He eyed the green sphere in That Person's possession--his Eye revealed it was the remains of the green freak. He didn't thank him--it---whatever was the appropriate term--but that creature had, despite its attempts to confine him, and its relentless mind games, and that it dared to humiliate him, Pride, paradoxically given him a taste of independence.