The dead never comes back.
It is a fact that everyone knows.
Alchemists know that better than anyone.
They know better than to bring the dead back to life.
They are not God.
They are not God.
And yet, because of feelings they can barely contain; these feelings that makes us humans drove some of us to commit the taboo.
Human Transmutation.
But that is not my sin.
That is not what I had done.
I watched humans (why do I speak like I am not one?) make the same mistakes over and over again in every life.
I watched humans trying to bring back their loved ones from the dead.
I watched humans struggle.
I watched everyone I know perish around me.
I watched everyone grow old while I stayed a seventeen years old girl in every life.
I die when I turn seventeen.
I live a few years later.
My punishment is something one should never experience.
My punishment is something that gives me eternal grief.
Nothing can atone for the sin that I committed.
My greatest sin... is my attempt to vanquish God. Truth. World. All. One.
I will live till I am seventeen and when I am of that age, I die one way or another.
I can never atone for my sin.
That is why Truth made those around me atone for it.
When I am around, people suffer more than they should.
With every life I am born into, grief and agony only await.
Only when a certain child was born, Truth offered me something to end this maddening cycle of being reborn every time.
If I succeed, I will continue with this life, grow old and die in peace.
If I fail, this endless cycle— this punishment that I have been bestowed— will never end.
I will continue to die and live over and over again. Hurt and cry over and over again.
Of course, this is Truth. It never made it easy for me.
In exchange for its offer, my memories will be taken— all of them.
I will live... and go through trials I am not even aware of that I must pass.
If I fail, I live... for eternity.
That's it.