"What is the fastest way to get there?" Edward asked Melita as they snuck out into the yard.
"Car would be fastest but we don't know how to drive..." Melita felt the bullet being slowly pushed out. It was more painful it going out than the bullet going in, "We're gonna have to take our chances."
"I may be immortal but you're still human, Ed! We at least gotta get there alive!" Melita felt something hard touch her fingertips. She grabbed on and pulled.
"That hurt." She glared at the bullet. Melita threw it aside and looked up to find that Edward had climbed up the wall. He jumped off.
"Edward!" She heard tires screech to a stop. She, too, followed him.
"Colonel?" Edward asked. Melita stood up after having jumped down from the wall. Inside the car were Colonel Roy Mustang and Lt. Riza Hawkeye, both of which were in disguise.
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The four sat in the car, Edward next to Mustang and Melita next to Hawkeye.
"So, where are you going, Colonel?"
"The Wague district."
"The Fuhrer has a residence there." Hawkeye finished.
"What business do you have there?" Edward asked but failed to get a response, "I guess I don't have to ask. Still, it must be under guard.
"Major Armstrong is staging a rebellion for me. I doubt they would even think I was hiding in Central."
"I thought you were going to distinguish yourself in a battle to rise to Fuhrer, weren't you?"
"You also became a dog of the military, in order to attain your goal. But then—" Hawkeye began.
"Lieutenant." Hawkeye stopped speaking.
"Just swallow all of the evil that comes at you, and realize your dream— That's what I thought the right way to do things was."
"If you fight the Fuhrer directly now, you won't be in the right. Even if you do beat him, you'll never be able to be a leader again. The masses won't acknowledge you."
Melita listened into their conversation. Edward had a point, but Mustang would be doing the country a big favor. The masses is simply but a minority, just those amongst the military. The country is the majority. Should the people become unhappy, there would be an uproar…
"Even so, I can't let that man get away with it."
"You're going to avenge Lt. Col. Hughes, huh?"
"Yeah. He must have known everything that was going on within the military."
"You're going to throw away everything you've obtained up to now for this?"
"No great loss." He turned to Edward, "Isn't that true for you, too? You gave up being a dog of the military for the sake of your brother. You spat up the evil you swallowed, trying to pretend you're an adult. Both of us are trying like little children to be faithful in living out our dreams. You're coming with me, right?"
"I tried working for the military, but I thought that wars are something that somebody somewhere started and ended in some place unknown to us, and that we didn't have anything to do with them. But, there is someone out there who manipulates wars to make Philosopher's Stones. So as long as there are people who seeks the Philosopher's Stone, the wars will continue."
Melita cringed. The truth hurt. As long as people like her exist, there will be no peace. So as long people like her seek for the ultimate power, people will continue to die…
"And the inclination to wage them is within all of us."
"And the Homunculi added fuel to the flames of war…" Melita spoke up. Edward pitied her. A man-made monster, "It's a human that creates us. We're nothing more than what their hearts and desires made us…"
"And if that's the case, then tire's no such thing as a war we don't have anything to do with."
"But that is too much for us to take on. All you and I can do at one time is what is before us."
Edward paused with a frown on his face.
"I'm going to find this person who created the Homunculi and defeat them. Then I'm going to destroy the Philosopher's stone, so that nobody will ever remember it again. So that if will eventually vanish from everyone's memory…"
"Wait… Destroy?" Hawkeye question.
"So I'll take it that you were finally able to get your hands on it, I'm guessing it was the one that Scar was working on."
Melita lightly shook with fear. No matter how she looks at it, she is going to die… Whether its betrayal from this boy or being consumed by the Philosopher's stone within her, her future seemed bleak...
"He's not the only one who forged the Philosopher's stone. It was within our own hearts."
"But wasn't that your dream, Edward? To use the Philosopher's Stone to take back what you had lost?
"All of that would mean nothing if it came at the expense of so much pain."
"Then there's something more important than that?" Mustang asked. Melita didn't understand. What could he want more than to make his life right again?
"Something more important than ourselves, or our dreams…"
Melita looked down at her hands which were curled up tightly into a fist.
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Edward and Mustang bid each other farewell outside of a cathedral.
Melita stood next to the driver's side of the car.
"It strikes me odd.." Hawkeye told her, "If you are a homunculus, then you surely know who your master is… Couldn't you have told Edward from the beginning?"
Melita watched as Mustang saluted but then put his hand down.
"That foul woman goes by many names. She's never stuck to one. Even if I had told Edward, what are the chances of him knowing who this is? It would only allow him to address this person by their name."
Edward patted Mustang's hand which intentionally when for a handshake.
"Take care of yourself." Hawkeye looked at Melita in the eyes. She nodded.
"You too. Wrath is fearsome. He's a merciless murderer, so watch yourselves."
"Melita let's go." She bid one last farewell to Hawkeye and Mustang before running off with Edward.