I don't know how long its been...
Only two are left out of the hundreds, no thousands of us.
We beat father, and the rest of the homunculi, but at a terrible price. We were all just part of a game. We couldn't even control ourselves. All of us were just puppets at the hands of the demon, truth.
Now is our turn to take a stand. No more of being controlled! We now have the power to beat truth, but I know we will probably never. Too many lives have been taken. I can't stand it anymore. It feel like we have done more damage than good in our life.
We don't know what to do, or how to do it. We are lost.
Then all that leads to is to start again.
Just like in the beginning, me and Al against the world. I guess that is what we were meant to do.
Though now it is different. Al still searching for his body, and me...me. I'm searching for my humanity.
Father achieved making the transmutation circle, we failed to stop him in time. All we had time to do was making it backfire not to him, but to me.
Al was the only one who was safe since of his 'armor protection'. Everyone else including father and the rest of the homunculi were not.
Since then we have be traveling, just me and Al. We have done our very best for not using the power of the stone now inside of me. Time does not affect us anymore. We believed that we have seen everything. Living for a few hundred years can do that to a person.
That was up until today when we walked into a city called Death City.
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