Hmm... part two, already. Enjoy!

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Even if he'd been careful enough not to make any sound, by the time he got to the kitchen, missing right arm bleeding freely, Dante was already there, waiting for him, with a severe look plastered on the pretty face that the candle she was holding illuminated.

Hohenheim stared blankly at her, waiting for the impasible scold that he knew was coming.

Her ice-cold voice ripped and shredded the silence: "You finally did it, didn't you?"

His shaken body found support against the wall, down which blood started to stream. "He... it called me father..." Dante had reached for a towel and was forcing the bleeding from the stump to stop, but her husband's words made her freeze, if only for some seconds.

"Homunculi don't have memories..." Her voice trailed off.

Hohenheim covered his eyes with his left hand, and Dante saw with surprise how a tear made its way down his cheek. "It was crawling..."

She pulled him into a small hug, and when she let go, golden eyes were trying to fight back the imminent despair. "It all happened because you're such a great alchemist." She stated, coldness again hinting at her voice. "Since you are so powerful, it is natural that the homunculus you've created has more of human in it than those depicted in the books."

"And it still isn't him."

Dante's eyes diverted from his. "Dead people don't come back to life, Hohenheim. You only made an over-average homunculus. And look at yourself."

Hohenheim's eyes darkened considerably. 'I'll get a new body.' The statement said, he wiped his left hand, soaked in fresh blood, on his white shirt. His spouse's brow pursed. 'That's not how things work, my dear.'

She sighed, and said. 'You are responsible for our son's death, and bringing him back to life certainly wasn't in the plans.' Hohenheim was once again surprised at the coldness of her voice. But he mantained the serious, almost business-like look he always got when they talked about alchemy.

'Now, you should abide by the Laws, and suffer the consequences of your rash actions.'

His eyes narrowed. 'Dante...' he began, suddenly looking too menacing, 'Did you not love our son?'

'Don't take me wrongly.' She snarled, being aware that she was getting on her husband's bad side. 'I loved him very much. But that thing you brought back isn't him.' A shadow crossed her eyes. 'That thing... is a monster.'

Hohenheim interrupted her. 'It's a homunculus, an alchemically recreated human.'

'Don't take me for an idiot, Hohenheim.' Dante said, gritting her teeth. Calming down a little, she added. 'What do you suggest we do with it? It would be a waste to throw away such precious research material...'

His features contorted in disgust. 'Are you so selfishly heartless, Dante? It used to be our son...!'

'Very well...' She said, hanguing up her hands in sign of sarcastic defeat. 'Do as you please with the creature. Feed him our unfinished Red Stones, if that makes you happy. But remember, it will never be even a shadow of the human he once was.'

'Of course it'll never be.' As he exited the room, without even directing a word to his wife, Hohenheim of Light grabbed a handful of incomplete Philosopher's Stones.

A desperate smirk, much like that of a cornered animal, crept through Dante's lips. She went through the same door her husband had used, and met him in the middle of the hall. He was hesitating.

'I won't do this, Dante.' He said, and she thought she saw a pang of guilt in his eyes. 'It would be the same as giving him a living hell.'

The only sound following his words, was that of many stones falling to the floor...

Dante bent down, and carefully picked them all up, dusted them off. 'So you suggest we let it die?' She chuckled icyly. 'I won't permit that.'

'You will only use him for scientific investigation.' Hohenheim stated with sadness. 'I won't stay here if it means that I'll have to see how you use the remains of our son as your pawn, or worse, your lab rat!'

He was raging, she could notice it in his raised voice, and his remaining fist. It was clenched.

She didn't refrain to reply, 'Fine. Leave, be my guest.'

He didn't say anything else. Dante stayed there, standing like an ice statue in the middle of the hall, as she saw how her husband picked up his things, his research material, packed everything in a suitcase, and left.

'You bastard...' She whispered under her breath.

"I'll never forgive you."

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I based the previous chapter and the first part of this in the Spanish version of the anime, where Dante tells Envy that "You looked much better than this (newly born Sloth), when you were born."... Sloth can move slightly so I took the liberty to say that Envy was able to move too, and that he still had some reasoning capacity. And for that last "I'll never forgive you..."... I took it from Envy's "Omae wa iurusenai". Like mother like son.