Tenth August. Among all things, stragglers from the Fifth Laboratory. Just our luck that the Elric Brothers happened upon those grounds, too, but we will have to find a tie for that loose end without snipping out another possible sacrifice. I requested Gluttony's assistance in order to bleach all evidence that much more thoroughly. Little did I suspect that my simple-minded brother would take an interest in preserving said evidence.
"Wrath," he squeaked, tugging at a limp, bloody arm. "I want to bring it home instead of eating."
"Father wouldn't be too pleased with your refusal to finish dinner, now, would he?"
He quivered in confusion. "But Lust is always with me. Tonight I don't have Lust. What if she wants – hungry?"
I betrayed nothing when he asked it, but in truth it startled me. Gluttony showed… not a human emotion. Nothing like what my wife has. I doubt that he could comprehend those feelings. But it was something. Something I had not seen in my fellow homunculus before, however little we have previously interacted.
"A present for you," he twittered, letting it slide from between slick fingers and splat onto the floor.
"How…sweet," Lust said, gently lifting her foot out of the way.
"She's not hungry, Gluttony," our father croaked. "That is your job." His voice was a whisper beneath dying eyes.
Gluttony's hand tugged at his mouth, beady gaze uncomprehending. "I do like to crunch and swallow, I do," he said.
Father watched us all, so I said nothing.