How do you save a life without sacrificing yourself?
That's a good question. A question that may never be answered.
We know we don't have much time left.
I'm Alphonse Elric. I was put into the maze with group A, all boys, while my sister, Edeline, went with the girls' group, group B.
You know me as Newt.
Yes, we were brainwashed. It was the worst thing in the world, forgetting my sister. No one, at least no one alive, would want that to happen to them. It's insane, crazy. I would rather die than go in there again. Ed agrees. We're seriously considering whether or not WICKED is actually good. We already know our answer.
We're not really Cranks.
Not really; actually, never were, never will be. After everyone we knew died, we joined WICKED. Being the prodigies that we are, we helped with the trials using alchemy. Yeah, we both were perfectly acting out the part of Cranks, but that's because we remembered everything, and we knew we would find each other there. It was the perfect place. No one would suspect it.
Our desperation was real, though.
No one could understand us. We were alone in the world, literally. All of our friends, all the people we knew, we watched die in front of us. Ed had it worse than me. She has a very vivid memory. And after Mustang, his crew, her military friends, Gracia, and Elicia died, she broke down. I had to help with a lot since then. She couldn't look at anything that reminded her of them without crying.
Her only hope and wish was that I survived.
She didn't want me to be like her. And that's why we devised our plan. It was an ingenious plan, and if played correctly, we could die at the same time with no regrets or remorse. Our blood bond saved us and now will destroy us.
But we needed someone to kill us.
We decided that Thomas would be best, our little shucking Greenbean. He would be the best to do the deed...and, well, to be frank, he reminded both Ed and I of ourselves. He acted like a combination of Ed and me, with my calm personality and Ed's want-to-know-everything, but Ed acted like me now, so that isn't saying much. We just couldn't bring ourselves to think about anything else.
Ed and I got too close.
I feel the problem was that Alby acted too much like Sister. They were both super hot-headed, so that started making me remember about her. But when Alby sacrificed himself, I remembered everything. And from what I've heard from Ed, she found someone like me too. They both died, making us remember. That was WICKED's second biggest mistake. First was creating the virus, second was underestimating a blood bond. That means, if one of us dies, the other dies with us.
We both tried killing ourselves.
After we began regaining our memories and such, we both decided that we would live up to each other's wishes and kill us both. You saw how well that worked. All that happened is now I walk with a limp, and Ed limps more than she did before. That would never change, thanks to the Truth and automail. Her automail was replaced with a normal bone, with all of the nerves and such. That was one of the only good things that came out of joining WICKED.
Neither of us wanted to be the glue.
But it's not like we really had a choice. It was either go out into the world and have us both break down, or do something to take our mind off them, and eventually losing our memories and going into the Maze. It was a duh at the time, but now it would've been a hard decision.
There's only one thing that will stay the same.
It will remain even after Tommy shoots me, and ultimately Edeline.
We'll be the last Alchemists alive, and hopefully forever.
The Truth dies with us.