This was written as a companion fic to Mutter, but it can be read alone as well. I am sorry if anything is off, I am not all that far into the series... Please don't hesitate to tell me if something is off, and I would appriciate it a lot if you reviewed and told me how I did.
Fullmetal Alchemist and related does not belong to me, but to it's creator, the brilliant Hiromu Arakawa-sensei.
Hohenheim loved them, he truly did. So why had he abandoned them?
He had left them so them so that he could find away to be mortal once more, so that he could live and grow old and die with Trisha, and so that he could be a real father to his sons. It was ironic that he had missed his sons' childhoods, and his love's death.
He had left them for more than ten years, so he was not surprised when Edward grew furious with him. Alphonse, too, was most likely angry at him, although Hohenheim had yet to meet his younger child. But judging by his eldest son's reaction, he was the one to be blamed for Trisha's death.
It probably was his fault, when it came down to it. He was the one who had left her alone, after all.
He clenched his hand into a fist. This body... Filled with the souls of so many, so many dead... He had had to get rid of it, but in the end had lost what mattered most.
But was that not how it always went? You set out to lose or gain something, but end up losing what mattered to you most?
Much like the two brothers that only wanted to see their mother's smile again, but ended up losing their own warmth...