Envy dropped Alphonse's armor on the floor in a dimly lit room.
"Where are we?" He asked as he watched Envy sit down on the bed.
"We're at Her house."
"Her? The one who is making you Homunculi search for the Philosopher's Stone?"
"That's not all. The one who found us, brought us together, and nurtured us."
"You're being tricked— All you Homunculi who want to become human."
"Those who are being tricked are fools."
"What about you?"
"Yeah, I know. She only wants the stone for a personal use. But to tell you the truth, as long as I get to see humans suffer, that's good enough for me."
Alphonse got up and pounced towards Envy but was simply pushed back.
"Hey, hey! You're carrying precious cargo! Don't push it."
"I hate you!"
Envy put his foot on Alphonse.
"How many people do you think Scar killed to make you the Philosopher's Stone? Of all the soldiers that charges into Liore, 7000 of them disappeared in an instant. Don't worry, they're right here." Envy tapped his foot.
"Oh yeah, and the guys that died long ago in Ishbal that were in Scar's right arm are locked away in there as well. Isn't that great?! You've got thousands— tens of thousands— of lives there inside you. We should put them to good use, huh?!" Envy kicked Alphonse's head off before leaving the room.
Alphonse sighed, "There back been so many times where I should've died… Time after time…" Alphonse recalled the time when he failed to bring his mother back to life and when Lust almost scratched off his seal, "So then, why am I still alive? Brother? Dad?"