Ed
His father was trapped crying as he watches his sons battle it out against the final and first homulucus. The father. There was a blinding light and the battle was over and Ed was standing once again as the gate of truth. "So you return yet again" said the body made up of his missing arm and leg, "you know you will have to pay a sacrifice if you want to go back. Or perhaps you have come to get your body back." "no. I have come for my brother's body." "You are not my soul. I cannot come with you" said the thin exhausted form that was his brother's body. "I know but I promise I will get you back to your soul. I promise brother. Trust me." Ed said holding out his hand. His brother's body stared at him blankly but slowly seemed to understand and took his hand. The white figure only smiled sadistically and Ed knew this was going to cost him. As he went back through the blinding light he whispered "I'm sorry brother". Then there was only overwhelming pain and screaming; his screaming in agony as his other limbs were ripped from his body.
It was suddenly difficult to breath. He could feel and smell and hear and see. Man he felt really hungry and soooooo tired. He felt so weak but he gradually opened his eyes and saw a suit of armour; his suit; no not anymore; now it was just armour. The realisation hit him like a lighting bolt as his eyes sprung wide open. He was human again he had his body: Ed! It felt like being born again every thing was sharp and new. But what was this he could smell and taste iron and around him he felt a liquid. He very slowly lifted his hand and looked in horror at the red blood dripping down he hand. But it was not his; he was not hurt. Adrenalin rushed through his as he knew in his heart whose blood it must be… "Brother!" his piercing screams ripped through his unused vocal cords.
He managed to roll over grabbing onto Ed's decapitated body tear pouring down his face for the first time in so long as he shook his brother's body yelling, "No, no you said we would get our bodies back together, you promised." His tears splashed down on Ed's bloody but still faintly smiling face. The extreme emotion and physical activity was too much for his newly acquired body it collapsed and rolled back unconscious.
The fist thing Roy Mustang sees as he enters the crumbling room is Hohenheim trapped and crying. He quickly frees him with his fire, from his already crumbling prison. He briefly wonders why he is crying until he sees the brothers. In his shock time seems to stand still as his mind tries to process the information as the rest of what left of the gang come up behind him all sporting wounds of their own but all staring shocked at the image before them.
Two young boys, brothers still holding hands. So alike yet so different. One, naked with clean, white skin. His ribs showing painfully through his skin and deep dark marks around his eyes but otherwise perfect not one single scar. The other clothed and lying in a pool of blood, blood streaming from his missing arm and leg and his other arm and leg made up of dented and broken metal. But both their faces were so alike so obviously brothers their long blond hair splayed out.
Hohenheim crawls towards his two boys. Just this once let me be a father he thought as he dived of and through the gate swapping his soul for Ed's almost vanishing one bringing him back just in time.