AN: I was going to write the next chapter of MLMMCNTFSIWBS, but it's 8:22 in the goddamn morning, and I'm tired. I'm also listening to Here Without You by 3 Doors Down, which is depressing, so I decided to write the next part of the Dreamer Trilogy. Here's to me trying to give myself another depression disorder. Anyway, I know I said I'd change the POV, but I'm just gonna write, and we'll see what happens. That aside, I hope you enjoy.
It's difficult, he thinks, to know where it started. There are truths, and there are lies, and then there's that black and white and gray and beautiful and terrible line between them. For so long now, he's just been watching. Watching, waiting, hoping, praying, and maybe even reaching. Reaching, reaching, reaching for that tiny speck of hope in the distance. That little spark, the idea that maybe – maybe – he and his brother would be able to get their bodies back. And now, he wonders if it was worth it.
Rosé is holding a baby, a baby that she's far too young to have. Mustang is blind in one eye, his chances of becoming Fuhrer ruined by his killing the last. Wrath and Lust and Gluttony and Sloth, who only ever wanted their lives, were dead and gone. Izumi was dead. Hawkeye seemed all right, but he knew better. Winry was back home, with Sheska, wondering and hoping and praying that her boys were okay. Dante had been defeated, but it was hollow. Al had his body back.
Al. Alphonse. His body was back. His perfect, wonderful, human body had been returned to him, and that was all Ed had wanted. But he hadn't wanted this.
He hadn't wanted to watch Envy break down on the floor at the loss of the last person he had left. He hadn't wanted to watch the disguise disperse, revealing the child who had never gotten the chance to grow up, the boy who, like Wrath, like Ed, like Al, had just wanted to be with his mother. He hadn't wanted to watch his father embrace the boy, whispering words of comfort as he killed him.
He hadn't wanted to know that he had an older brother. An older brother who, just like everyone else in the family, was beyond messed up. An older brother who, really, was just like him. An older brother who, in the end, hadn't been such a heartless monster after all.
And so, Edward Elric stops and thinks and wonders where the line between truths and lies is, or if it even exists at all.
AN: Well that was sad. So I guess the next one will be from Al's point of view. I wish they'd shown more about Envy's human life. I want to know more. . But anyway, before anyone starts complaining that this was way too short, just remember that this particular tale is told by Edward. Ed likes short stories.