He was young, undeniably so. Roy had always partially known this. It waved like a flag in front of his mind. A constant vision of truth. A truth that he didn't want to admit.

Fullmetal never noticed. Granted that restoring his brother's body was his main focus for the longest time. Almost long as Roy had knew him.

Still he figured that Fullmetal would notice at one point. Even when Al was restored there was no sign of recognition. No sign of understanding. Nothing.

Perhaps he went around it the wrong way.

Not enough hinting at what he wanted.

Then again would had Fullmetal noticed anyway?

He wanted to say that yes the boy would have. In all honestly? Probably not. Fullmetal barely noticed things that involved him.

He thought that he had no innocence, which appeared not to be. Fullmetal still had some remainder of his youth left.

A remnant of childhood, when Fullmetal probably thought that he didn't even have one.

Fullmetal had spent most of his childhood doing things that should had been left to the grown-ups. It was sad.

Sad to lose something that couldn't be paid back. Something that equivalent trade didn't apply to.

Something that Fullmetal could never retrieve. Not even all the alchemy and all the knowledge could change it either.

It just didn't seem fair really.

Then again when was life fair?