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Don't Know How
In one of the many rooms of Dante's mansion in the dead underground city two figures lay together on the carpeted floor, one crying, one comforting, both hurting. Neither of the two could be considered human, to be human was to be weak, to be human was to be dying, no these things were no humans rather they were soulless monsters. They were the mistakes, byproducts of human alchemy, they were the homunculi, immortal beings that had freakish powers, they were the two abandoned children that never forgave their parents. Envy, Wrath, what did those names mean? Why were they given the names of something unforgivable, is that what they were unforgivable abominations? Why did they suffer?
Envy held the limp and crying Wrath in his bloody arms, Wrath had scratched, bitten, punched, kicked, and screamed in an attempt to escape Envy for fear of the older homunculus becoming violent again and had soon warn himself out. As Envy held the bruised, burned, and broken boy he thought as to why he was trying to comfort the younger sin, why did he care? Did he even care? What did it feel like to care? Did Wrath know? Did Wrath care about him? Did he care if Wrath cared? Why was he asking himself all this?
"Let me go, please let me go." Came the broken cries of the boy he was holding.
Envy sighed and started to stroke the boy's matted hair in hopes of soothing him, it kind of worked. Nothing made sense anymore, first the kid annoys the hell out of him, then when he finally knocks the kid around to shut him up he feels bad, and now he's comforting him. What the hell was he thinking! He was suppose to be Envy, the abomination, the murderous son of the bastard Hohenheim, and here he was cradling this child!
Envy, envy, envy, that wretched name was what made him feel this…emotion. He was envious of that woman Sloth, she had something he didn't and that angered him greatly. She had the love and devotion of this worthless child, and that's what he wanted. To know that there was someone out there willing to do whatever he wished, to suffer and fight for him, he wanted this child to cry when he was gone, thus when the child shed the tears he wanted for Sloth he had to hurt him. He envied that woman because she knew how to show Wrath her own devotion, she knew how to love, she knew what to do, and he didn't.
Holding the broken child close Envy envied Sloth, because even though he had love he had no way to show it. He had hurt the one he wanted to love him, just as he had been hurt by his family. Envy had broken the already fragile child in his arms, yet he still couldn't let go. All Envy could do was whisper his own broken words in hopes of gaining the forgiveness of the child.
"I love you…I just don't know how to show it."
In one of the many rooms of Dante's mansion in the dead underground city two figures lay together on the carpeted floor, one crying, one comforting, both hurting.