To put it quite simply, Envy was sick of it.
He was sick of feeling empty. The cold, brutal feeling of eating food, but never feeling it hit your stomach. Of drinking to parch your thirst, yet still being thirsty. The cruel mockery of sitting next to a fireplace, swathed in blankets, only to have a shudder go down your spine. The dark irony of never being able to stop wanting something, even if it's from the person he hates the most. He's sick of being angry. Of not being able to be..normal! For once in his damned life!
He was sick of the old, tired feeling he got whenever he was ordered. It was all so old. Master still claimed that it was all for the stone, and, once attained, they would become human. Whenever he heard this, he could have sworn he vomited in his mouth a little. Maybe that's why he looked bitter constantly when it was mentioned. He felt..worn. He didn't know how else to explain it. It was as if everything, his burning hatred towards Edward, Alphonse, and Hohenheim, as if the missions, the stalking, hell, even the killing! It was like it all just got..old. Routine.
Damn did he feel let down.
As he thought, he felt more angry. But at someone new. Someone...non-routine. This caused his adrenaline to spike throughout his body, and made his thin, sinuous body become taught in preparation for the consequences he might be in for if he was caught thinking about this.
Dante. It's her fault. She was the one that caused him to feel these things! She was the one that kept edging him on, only to bring him down again. Kept trying to satisfy him with things, only to expect he be closer and grateful to her fro it. She continued to try and instill hope in him that yes! One day they WOULD get the stone. But he knew better. He knew it wasn't for him. It was Dante who kept ripping him off! He should get something for all he did for that no good wench, not just faux promises of becoming human.
Because honestly? Being human was last on his priority list. He didn't even care anymore. Who would? He knew by now that he would never become human unless he intended to get the stone himself. And y'know, he didn't care that much about it to really take the time and try and get it himself. And y'know what else? He was sick of being tramped on like he was some sort of rug.
The time has come for Envy, the strongest of the homunucli to rise against the Master of the puppets. It was time for him to finally expose his true colors and fight against Dante with every ounce of muscle he possessed. And, if need be, his true form could possibly be released. Oh yeah, he would definitely time to unleash the true beast in him.
But, as his mind began racing with the possibilities he was suggesting, he realized he couldn't do it alone. He had to recruit the other homunucli, and whoever else he could. The homunucli he had no problem with, necessarily, but he would need more. A slow grin spread over his face. The military. Which meant he had to go undercover again. But hey, he would only be doing what he was pretty much created for. Slowly, he began thinking of who he would, or, most probably could, rally against the woman they had considered their leader for the whole 400 or more years of his existence. Then it hit him.
Greed.
That bastard was bound to help him, especially if it involved him killing Dante with Envy's help. Greed was well aware that Envy was probably the strongest of them old. But, being the second eldest, Greed was the second strongest. Slowly, Envy knew he had to track down Greed. But that would be no trouble, really. He knew him way too well to be fooled by him and his hiding techniques.
With a slow grin, his amethyst eyes flashed dangerously, and he mumbled to himself, "This'll be a riot."
