Dear Martel,
Y'know, I never knew your last name. It never occurred to me to ask. I don't know if I'll ever forgive myself for not having asked before you died. It wasn't supposed to be this way. I still wake up at night and think you're gonna be there, in my bed, all curled up next to me. You hated it when I called you this, but I miss you, Mama Snake. Roa and Dorchette, too.
I wish I'd known how bad it was gonna affect you when I went missin'. I was just trying to help, you know? Ed needed the help, and well, I thought I'd come back from kickin' Pop's ass. Guess it didn't turn out that way. If there was a way to do it, I'd do things over, and bring you back. Screw Amestris, I don't care about them.
You guys are the ones I love, and miss, and I hate that it took you dyin' to realize that. When I came back, I thought you'd all still be there. Maybe…maybe, just maybe, I've got a soul after all, and I'll see you guys when my stone runs out. You think? Who knows, man, who knows. But I wish I knew your last name, 'cus I always intended to change it. Even though I don't really have one.
-Greed
Greed looked over the letter one last time, and nodded to himself. It felt like he'd said all he needed to say; if only he'd had the opportunity to say it while she was still alive. Now he had only the letters to Roa and Dorchette to do, Bido, too, if he thought about it hard enough. The girls were all gathered around, sniffling quietly. They knew how badly the loss had affected him, and a few tried to hold onto his arms. The homunculus let them do as they pleased, lacking the energy to push them away. Ling chattered away in the corner of his mind, probably giving him an 'I told you so' or something.
Dear Roa and Dorchette,
I…well, I miss you guys somethin' awful, you know? You guys were like my best friends. You guys were the best henchmen I could ever have. Yeah, that's better. I mean, you were my best friends too, but that's beside the point. (Here his pencil broke and he almost started to cry, but stopped himself so he could continue writing. Tears dotted the paper already, and blurred his vision so that he could barely see what he was doing.) Roa, you were a damn good guard, and I will never forget you holding Wrath off so I could pull his damn sword outta me and get Martel out of there.
Dorchette, I never told you enough how much of a good dog you were. Y'were a great guy, and a trustworthy friend, and a damn good dog. Even if we teased you for being part dog, I think it was the best kind of chimaera you could have been.
I miss you guys. I loved you guys.
Bido, you were a slimy, creepy little gecko-man, but you were my friend too. And I loved ya', and I miss ya, and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Bido. I didn't know. I didn't remember. I'm sorry that the last thing you felt about me had to be betrayal.
-Greed
There. He was done now. Greed stood, getting the papers in hand and strode into their rooms, laying the letters on their beds. Martel's, however, he laid on his own desk, giving it one last look, before closing his eyes. No need to get overly emotional now. It wasn't as if he had a soul, after all. Taking a deep breath, the homunculus surrendered his body to Ling. Effectively, this was as good as suicide, as he'd age and perhaps die with the human. Effectively.
