Hello again, everyone! I have a good excuse for being late, this time – my laptop charger died and I had to wait for a replacement. But I am returned!

To answer further questions brought up in the last batch of reviews:

-Roy does not know that Envy killed Hughes. That was intentionally confusing at first, because the scene was right inside Envy's head and Envy was confused. But all Roy knows right now is that Envy's group was responsible. He doesn't know which person pulled the trigger.
If he figures that out, trust me. You'll know.

-The scenes with Mary are set almost two hundred years in the past, in the mid-1700s. What you're looking at there is a much younger version of the homunculus we all know and love(?). You can see the path he's headed down, but he hasn't reached his destination yet.

Enough with that – let's get to the story!

. . .

He had no idea how long had passed. For all he knew, Colonel Mustang had already left, and a solution had been found without him.
It was only fair, he thought bitterly. As if his opinions were of any value to anyone.
As if anyone should take anything he said into account. He was a liar, a traitor, and a murderer. He had betrayed literally everyone who had ever cared about him; that was just who he was. It was only a matter of time before it happened here, too.

So why was he still here, playing pretend with all these people as if he could actually make a difference? It didn't matter; in the end, none of it would matter. Someone would end up dead because of him, and he would run; leaving the broken pieces behind to craft a new life for himself. Why didn't he spare them all the pain, and skip to the last step now?
He could almost laugh; he was starting to sound like Greed, and his hellion ways.

Then he flinched. No, he sounded like Hohenheim.

Yet there was a tiny spark, glowing within him. Something he couldn't put a name to was holding him here. Something was stopping him from walking out that door, like his own father had done all those years ago – like he himself had done on several occasions.

A louder, more urgent feeling caught his attention.
He was hungry; a sensation he was becoming uncomfortably used to at this point. God, was this what being human felt like? It was no wonder so many of them were fat; the feeling never went away, did it?

He got up, and paused at the door. For a moment, he genuinely considered just heading back to bed. Then he made up his mind, and went down the stairs towards the kitchen.

The kitchen, unfortunately, was already occupied. Al was leaning against the bench, caught up in his own thoughts, biting his lip.
Memories of Hughes flashed through his mind. The warm smile. The loving, doting father he had been – the kind of father Al had always wished for.
The time he had told Al how excited he was to finally see him in the flesh.

And it was this that broke him; his legs failed to carry his weight, and he crumbled.
Hughes had done so much for him; for both of them. All in the name of helping Al get his body back. And he had never even gotten a chance to see his work come to fruition. He had died never knowing if the Elrics would be successful.

"Oh, come on. He would hate to see you like this, and you know it."

Roy's familiar voice, tinged with sadness, made Al look up.
Roy was standing in the doorway, making an effort to look serene despite the fact that his eyes were just a little too wet.
"It's good to finally see you, by the way. In your rightful body. I never got to say that, before."

"Right," Al said, sniffing. "Central was the first time, wasn't it? It's funny you say that; I was just thinking about how… How Hughes said the same thing once. That he was looking forward to it."
"He was. He talked about it a lot. I admit, I was… afraid, when I gave you the news and you left so suddenly."

The day flooded back into Al's memory; they had barely said a word to anyone before abandoning Central for Resembool. Considering they had told everyone their plan was to visit their teacher in Dublith, he wasn't surprised that everyone had panicked.
"You thought something had happened to us."
"No."
Al's gaze shot back to meet Roy's. There was a strange tenderness there, that he almost never openly displayed.

"I knew you boys could handle yourselves. I was afraid that his death had made you give up."

And it was so raw, so honest, that it very nearly brought Al back to tears.
"It almost did," he admitted. "We thought about what we wanted to do for a long time. It really… It reminded us that we weren't alone in it all. That our actions were affecting other people – in some cases, putting those people in danger. He died because of us, Colonel. We didn't – we didn't know if we could handle that."
"You're wrong."
"What?"
"What happened to him was not, in any way, your fault. And if your idiot brother thinks it is, I'll hit him so hard he'll lose whatever height he's managed to gain," Roy said with a chuckle. "Hughes was always a meddler; always liked to get involved in things that weren't his business."

"Yo, Roy! When are you finally asking Hawkeye on a date, huh? You need to get to work, or you'll never have a family as big as mine!"
"You have one child, Maes."
"One child so far! You're falling behind!"

"I worry about those boys, you know."
"What about them?"
"They're just kids, Roy. You ever think maybe they're too young for all this?"
"No. I've seen their capabilities for myself; they're highly advanced for their age."
"Well, I guess at the very least, they've got a solid safety net if things go wrong."
"What, you?"
"No; you."

"I have to do something; I have to figure out what's going on here."
"Why? Why is any of this your responsibility? The Fuhrer said he could handle it, right?"
"Ed and Al are in the hospital, Roy. Next time, they might not be so lucky. Besides, you didn't see how shaken Al is; he's barely speaking, poor kid. Something happened to them in there; something really bad. Something they're not telling us.
And I'm going to find out what it is."

"He loved you, you know. Both of you."
"I know."
"Like you were his own sons."
"Yeah…"
"And he wouldn't have wanted you to ever give up; especially not on account of someone like him. He would tell you that he got himself killed being an idiot, and that kids like you have no place worrying about him."
"Yeah, we figured," Al said; and he made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob. "That's why we kept going – we knew it wouldn't be honouring his memory to quit, after everything he did for us. It's still nice, though – to hear you say it."

Roy stepped forwards, pulled his left glove off – keeping the right one on, Al noticed, in case he needed it – and offered his now bare hand to him.
"Come on, get up. And just a word of warning."
"What?" Al asked, accepting the help.
"If you ever tell Edward about this, there'll be hell to pay."
The grin on Roy's face, far more open than any he usually wore, took any real bite out of his threat. Al smiled.

"Thanks, Colonel."

It was at that moment that Envy entered the room; the air becoming thicker with his presence.
He wasn't about to let on about it, but he had heard a good chunk of their conversation; and it was making the weight on his chest feel heavier by the minute.
He sneaked into a cabinet on the side of the room, where he knew the Rockbell girl kept snacks; he had seen her picking at them while working on her prosthetics. He grabbed the first bag he saw – he didn't even know what was in it – and ran.

He paid no mind to the strange looks Roy and Al were giving him.

He made it back to his room, only to realise he could barely force the food – it turned out to be some kind of chocolate; he hadn't known the girl had a sweet tooth – down his throat.
It wasn't that he wasn't hungry. He recognised hungry, he knew what that felt like. It felt as though there was some kind of blockage in his stomach, something that was physically preventing him from getting the food down.

What the hell was wrong with him? Was he ill? Was he dying?
Well, he knew someone in this very house who could answer that question.

He found her in her workshop, and hovered anxiously by the door. Finally, when he realised she wasn't going to notice him on her own, he cleared his throat.
She turned; and the smile she met him with was so natural it almost made him sick.
She truly had no comprehension of the horrors he had committed. She had no idea what a vile creature she was standing next to.

"Envy, right?"
He nodded.
"What's the matter?"
Taking a step into the room, he explained his problem to her – and was offended when she laughed.
"What's so funny?"

"Oh, you're not sick," she said. "I mean, I can check if you want. But I can tell you right now, I won't find anything wrong with you."
"So what is it?"
"You feel bad, Envy. Emotionally."
She had stopped laughing now, and a probing look had come into her eyes.
"You sure you don't want to talk about it?"

She patted the seat next to her. He hesitated, then joined her at the table.
"Hold this," she said, passing him a screw.
"Why?"
"Well, you took an interest in medicine; who knows, maybe you'll take one in mechanics too."
"Doubt it."
"Just you wait; I'll make an engineer out of you yet."

Despite himself, he couldn't help but chuckle. He had and would continue to mock it; but the more time he spent with this strange girl, the more he was starting to realise why Edward had a thing for her. She had spunk; and he kinda liked it.
"So, you wanna tell me what's wrong?"
He paused, considering what he could tell her.

"So, I guess I did a bad thing."
"Well, I figured as much. Ed and Al told me you used to be mortal enemies, or something like that. They seem to have forgiven you, if that's any consolation."
"Not for this," he insisted. "I really doubt they'd forgive me for this."
"You didn't poison their Mom, did you?"
He froze, and the silence made her look up at him. She grimaced.
"Sorry; off-colour joke. I know you didn't do anything like that."

She held out her hand, and he passed her the screw.
"Look, my point is; how can you know they won't forgive you, if you've never told them what it was?"
"You don't know how bad it was."
"I know that you feel guilty," she said, "and that's a good sign."
"Guilty?"
She laughed.

"A new feeling for you, is it? That's what that weight is, that you told me about. It's guilt. You did a bad thing, and now you feel bad for it because you've recognised the hurt it caused."
"I'm not used to a lot of human sensations," he admitted.
"Yeah, I got that vibe from you."
"So what do you humans… do? To make it go away, I mean?"
"You're not gonna like it."
"Would you just tell me?"

She sighed, and leaned back from her work to stare him directly in the face.
"You gotta say you're sorry, you gotta mean it, and you gotta make it right."
"Greaaat…"
"Hey, I told you you wouldn't like it."
"Is that really the only way?"
"No idea; but it is the best way. Do with that what you will."

"Okay," he sighed, getting up off the stool, "You've given me some crap to think about. I guess you can actually be useful for some things."
"You mean other than saving your life?" She asked, smirking. "You're welcome, by the way."
"Uh, thank you." The words were awkward, bouncing off his tongue like a sack of marbles; but they were enough to bring that natural smile back to Winry's face.

"Remember; it's probably not as bad as you think it is. Everyone makes their mistakes out to be bigger than they are. Just take a deep breath, talk it out, and everything will be okay."
"Sure."
Despite his words, he wasn't sure. He wasn't sure at all.

. . .

A second meeting was called the next day; Envy bit back his curious questions about whether that meant Roy and Hawkeye had stayed the night. He hadn't seen any hotels around, but he supposed that didn't mean they couldn't exist.
"I still think Envy had the best plan," Ed said, surprising the shit out of Envy.
"Wait, what?"
The question had come from both him and Roy.

"We don't know for sure that it'll just end in chaos," Ed pointed out. "Not now that Envy's admitted he intentionally caused it, last time. And even if it does; that'll still have one benefit to us."
"What's that?"
"It'll distract the Fuhrer," Ed said, grinning. Roy's eyes widened.
"Thus taking one of the most powerful homunculi out of play. The Fuhrer can't just ignore a civil war happening right on his doorstep. He would be completely distracted."
"We might even be able to get our hands on that item he's hiding away," Ed said, looking now to Envy. "His mansion. Think he might be keeping it there?"
"It's worth a try," Envy said. "It is one of the most protected spots in the country. It'd be smart."

"Except it won't be the most protected spot in the country; not once he pulls all his forces to quell the rebellion," Roy finished. "This 'item'; I'm assuming it's something you think could be valuable in our efforts?"
"I'll say," Ed said. "The way Envy's described it, it's one of his only weaknesses. Each of the homunculi has one; if we can get our hands on them, they can't make a move against us."
"Leaving their leader defenceless."

"Whoa, no!" Envy said. "Hold up."
Everyone looked to him. Crap. Now he actually had to give them a reasonable concern. He couldn't just admit that he felt threatened by the idea of Roy having access to his remains.
Luckily, the perfect opportunity presented itself. And it wasn't even a lie.
"She won't be helpless just because you've removed the homunculi from the equation. Sure, it'll even the odds – but she's a skilled alchemist in her own right."
"How skilled?" Roy asked, his eyes narrowing.
"Skilled enough that she created several homunculi – including Pride – without losing body parts to the Gate. I don't think most alchemists can claim that."

"How on Earth did she manage that?" Al asked, speaking for the first time. "I still can't figure it out. That's what scares me the most; we still don't know a lot about her. It sounds like even Envy doesn't know that much about her; and he's known her for four hundred years."
"She plays things really close to the chest," Envy said with a shrug. "She always has, to a degree. And like I said, she doesn't really trust any of the homunculi; especially after Greed left. I think the closest she ever got to trusting anyone was Hohenheim, and then he..."

He had been about to say 'divorced her'. But he realised now that Al was the only one present who actually knew about that.
"He did what he always does," he finished lamely. It didn't matter – neither Ed nor Roy seemed to have picked up on his error.

"Hohenheim?" Roy asked. "The boys' father?"
"You know him?"
"Come to think of it, I do remember that," Ed said. He looked at Roy.

"You weren't looking for us when you first came to Resembool. You were looking for him. Finding out that his kids happened to be prodigies as well was just a bonus."
"I'm still a little disappointed that I never found him, if I'm being honest. I was really looking forward to sitting down and talking with him about alchemy. From what I was told, that man's skill is legendary."
Ed scoffed. "You should've been here about a week ago. You would've gotten your friendly chat."
"Wait, he was here?"
Everyone nodded.

"Unfortunately, you just missed him," Envy said. "He left on his own to stop Dante – they have history together; long story. And from the sounds of things, he didn't win the fight."
Roy's eyes widened.
"Then she sounds like a powerful alchemist indeed. If she was able to defeat Hohenheim in combat, she's a formidable enemy."
"Which makes it all the more important that we get her on her own," Al said. "She might not be harmless, but everything we can do to level the playing field helps."

"So how the hell do we do that?"
"Well, Gluttony should be easy enough," Envy said. "He's a simple creature. He doesn't tend to focus on much except food and Lust. If we can get Lust out of the way, then offer him more food than the other guys, he'll be out of our hair until he's done eating."
"And how do we get Lust out of the way?"
This was where Envy shrugged.
"Honestly, I'm not sure. We could find her necklace, but…"

He trailed off, his gut clenching. Unfortunately, Roy didn't miss it.
"What's the hesitation for?"
"They were on the same side, once. That doesn't go away in a day," Ed pointed out. "If I turned crook right now, would you find it easy to hunt me down and burn me to a crisp?"

Roy's silence was the only answer he needed.

"I want to try something else," Envy said, unprompted. Everyone's eyes turned back to him.
"With what?" Al asked.
"With Lust. She's never really been in it for Dante. She doesn't give a shit about Dante. She has her own goals. Maybe if we can offer her a way to her goals that doesn't rely on Dante…"
"You think you could get her to turn traitor?" Ed asked. "Would that really work?"
"She would make a valuable ally. She's one of the stronger Homunculi; and she's been privy to a lot of information. Besides that, she and I were paired up a lot back in the day – so we already know how to work together."
"And if we win her over, we might have Gluttony too," Al said. "That gives us a lot of fire power, right there. Might even be enough to scare Dante."
"You think?" Envy asked. Al nodded.

"Gluttony's terrifying on his own, when he gets going. I get the feeling people underestimate him a lot; but he's one of the only people who ever managed to incapacitate me in the armour. You remember how hard it was to stand against just him and Lust. Add you to that; now there's a serious problem."
Ed leaned against the wall, musing. "She seems pretty confident in her manipulation and the fail-safes – but that's probably partially because she has so many other Homunculi at her back. If three of them turn against her, and at least one of the others is out of action… and they're all heavy hitters… that's gonna be intimidating to anyone."
"It could work," Roy said. "I'm hesitant to trust her – for all we know, Envy could be an outlier. But we don't have a lot of options, so we have to take what we can get."

"Well, Envy's the person who has the best shot at getting through to her. So how do we get him to her? Preferably without him immediately dying."
Ed's face split into a wide grin.
"The Homunculi are still looking for us, right? I've got some ideas."

. . .

"This feels like a foolish decision," Hawkeye observed. Roy was seething in the car's other seat; Envy could practically feel the anger radiating from him.
"Those idiots are going to get themselves killed! This would be one thing if Edward could still transmute, but as is…"
"As is, he has us," Envy said, rolling his eyes. "You can transmute. Alphonse can transmute. And I'm a homunculus. Please; they're not completely unprotected."
"He does have a point, Sir. If anything goes wrong, we've got their backs."
Roy grumbled, refusing to admit that the homunculus was right. He wasn't just concerned about this particular event; there was a reason Ed and Al had taken great pains to disappear into normal civilian life, as Edward had made quite clear. And now there they were, causing a ruckus in the middle of Central as if it was no big deal.
They may have solved this problem, but they were only creating a thousand more.

"Does anyone else have something they need fixed?" Ed shouted mere feet away, brandishing the vase Al had just repaired.
Of course, no one knew Al was the one who had fixed it. He had suggested posing as the Fullmetal Alchemist, and Ed had instantly and vehemently refused. For all they knew, one of the only things keeping Al safe was the fact that no one knew his identity. To have him pose as Ed himself would be more than undo all that hard work; it would put Al in a huge amount of unnecessary danger. The Fullmetal Alchemist had made many, many enemies.

So instead, Al was standing by with his hand readily close to an inconspicuous transmutation circle hidden under a tablecloth. Ed would put on a huge show of clapping and then pressing his hands to the broken object; Al would then activate the actual transmutation.
They were aware of the risks they were taking. They were also aware that most people had heard of the Fullmetal Alchemist's incredible combat alchemy. They were hoping that this illusion would be enough to scare away any potential attackers – except the ones who mattered.

"That's right; the Fullmetal Alchemist Edward Elric has returned! Come one, come all; do you have a broken tea cup with sentimental value? Maybe the frame of the only photograph you have of your family? Maybe you just don't want to buy a new water pitcher right now! Fear not; there's no need to throw away your treasured items! I can fix them right here, right now!"

Another transmutation, another fixed object. Ed cast a nervous glance in Al's direction, but he didn't notice; he was too busy watching the rooftops.
They knew the homunculi would show up. They had a pretty good idea that it would be Lust and Gluttony; the Fuhrer would be too busy running the country, and Dante seemed to lean pretty heavily on them. The hard part would be ensuring that no innocent people got hurt once they did make an appearance.

It was Al who saw it first; Ed was occupied trying to keep the public's attention focused on him (and away from Al). He gasped, grabbed Ed, and yanked him sharply to the side - just in time to avoid Lust's nails digging into his shoulder.
Then he realised, at the same time as Ed, that the movement had been too fast for the general public to see it.
"Uh," Ed said, rubbing the back of his head. "My colleague just realised we have somewhere to be! We're running late! We'll pick this up some other time; this has been your Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric! Don't forget that name!"

They turned tail and ran. Inside the car, Envy sat up and Roy leaned forward.
"Think that's them?" Hawkeye asked.
"Either them, or Scar," Roy confirmed. "I can't see the Elric brothers running from much else."
"Either way, they'll need help," Envy said. He opened the door and got out. Roy sighed, then nodded at Hawkeye. They followed him out of the car.

Envy stretched. "Showtime! It's been a while since I've gotten to actually use my powers! I'm kind of excited."
"Settle down, homunculus. Your main power is shapeshifting, right? I can't see that being particularly useful here."
Envy glared at him.
"You'd be surprised; when your powers are that niche, you find ways of extending their usefulness. Besides; there's more to a homunculus than their 'main' power."
"We don't have time for this," Hawkeye reminded them, sounding more than a little frustrated as she pointed at the retreating forms of the Elrics. "We need to go. Argue later."
"Ugh, fine; let's get moving." The three ran after the Elrics, trying to make up for the lost distance.

Ed and Al stopped once they had gotten far enough from any other people; naturally settling with their backs against each other as they had so many times in the past.
"Do you really think he'll show up?"
"Whether we can trust him or not, he has a reason to want to talk to Lust. We can have faith in that, at the very least. Besides; you know the Colonel would burn him to a crisp if he tried to betray us."
"Fair point. I hate to admit it, but Mustang's actually being useful for once."

Al snickered, and shook his head. Then he tensed; Ed could guess why. He turned slightly; just enough to see what was going on.
Sure enough, Lust and Gluttony had stepped out of the shadows. Gluttony was already salivating; Ed felt Al shiver against him.
"My, my. I thought you two would have learned better by now. Isn't it better to keep your heads down and out of trouble?"
"Well, that got ruined for us already by your Master," Ed said. "Kinda hard to stay out of trouble when it keeps finding you."

"What now?" Al asked. "Are you here to kill us?"
"Oh, no. My master wants you both alive. Of course, if you need to be missing a few limbs to make that happen, that can be arranged."
She started to turn to Gluttony. Al stiffened.
Fortunately, Envy chose that moment to arrive. The brothers could tell without even looking behind them; Lust's frozen posture said it all.

She straightened, and her shocked expression settled back into a passive glare.
"What are you doing here? Unless you've changed your mind, I don't believe there's anything else for us to discuss."
"Isn't there? After everything we've been through together, this is how it ends? Really?"
"Envy; I never picked you for the sentimental type."

He flushed; then gritted his teeth and glared at her.

"I'm trying to help you, you idiot. There's another way. You don't have to rely on her."
"I fail to see why any of that is relevant. Even if there was another way, why should I take it when what I'm already doing is working?"
"Because she doesn't give a shit about you!" he blurted out. "She has no intention of actually giving you what you want. You have to know that, Lust. You're not that stupid."
"That's not true."

Ed and Al heard a slight edge creep into Lust's voice, and realised with shock that Envy's plan might actually be working. Somehow, he had gotten to her.
"It is; I've heard her say it! She's using you; all of you. You saw what she did to me; what she did to Greed. The second you're not useful to her anymore, she'll do the same to you."
"If you knew that the whole time, then why did you stay all those years?"
"Because I didn't care about that. Because I made the same mistake you are; I assumed it wouldn't happen to me. I thought I was special; thought I was too valuable for her to throw away."
He shrugged. "Look how that turned out for me. Do you really think you'll be any different?"
"That's different. Your usefulness ran out-"
"Just like yours will! Do you know what happened to me? I started running out of red stones. Turns out, that's a thing that can happen. It's gonna happen to you too, eventually – and we both know she doesn't have any more stones. What then, Lust?"

She didn't answer.

He gestured at the Elrics. "The only reason I'm still alive is because of these two assholes. Because they saw me in trouble, and gave enough of a shit to do something. This is your shot. This is them seeing you in danger, and giving enough of a shit about you to offer you a way out. Despite everything; despite the past you have together, they are still willing to help you. This chance might not come again; take it."

He waited, staring her down. As hard as he had tried to avoid it, knowing the Flame Bastard was right there, he had started to get emotional. He knew she could see it, too; and the mere thought of it was almost enough to make him crawl into a ball of humiliation.
Her expression never changed; but somewhere, under that stony gaze, her eyes were flicking back and forth like a dragonfly's wings. She was thinking about it, at the very least. Something he had said had made her stop and think. He could only hope it was enough.

Finally, she did the last thing anyone had expected. She turned and ran. Gluttony threw the Elrics one last, utterly confused glance, before following her.
"But Lust! Where are we going? I thought we were fighting today!"

Roy took a step forward, and Ed held out a hand.
"Hey, hey! Wait a second!"
"They're getting away," Roy pointed out, his frustration seeping into his tone.
"Exactly; she ran. She came here intending to take us hostage; she didn't do that. I don't know how, but I think Envy actually got through to her! If you attack her now, you'll ruin whatever progress he's managed to make."
"So we just let her go?"
"For now, yeah," Envy said. "Give her time; she might come around."
"And if she doesn't?"

Envy saw the challenge in Roy's eyes.

"Then she's chosen her side," he said, careful to avoid saying anything that might get him in trouble. "We're all gonna have to choose, eventually. At least give her the opportunity to decide who's side she's on before you judge her for it. I got that privilege; why can't she?"
"You also had both Elric brothers vouching for you. If it wasn't for them, you would have been killed weeks ago. You'd be wise not to forget that."
"I haven't."

"You guys are going to give me a headache," Al announced. "We got what we came here for; Envy spoke to Lust, results to be determined. Can we go, now?"
"We do need to start planning our next moves," Roy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Alright. I would offer my apartment, but I honestly don't think we would all fit."
"We can use the house in Resembool, if we need to. It's a long way to travel, but it has the space."
"That would also mean putting the Rockbells in danger," Hawkeye said. "It's become clear that the enemy's looking for you boys. The last place you should be is around anyone you care about."
"You're right," Ed admitted. "We can't risk them. But we can't exactly hang out in Central HQ, either – not now, knowing what we know. It would be way too risky."

Roy suddenly looked at Hawkeye. It took her a moment to realise what he was getting at; once she did, she shook her head.
"I have no idea what condition that place is in, Roy. I haven't been there since he died; you're aware of that."
"What place?" Al asked. "It might be better than our other options, even if it's a little run down."
Roy glanced at Hawkeye again. She bit her lip, then nodded.
"Hawkeye's father's house. It's on the outskirts of Central. It passed down to her when her father passed away, but she's never stayed there."
"Long story," she said, cutting off any questions before they could start. "But I think the Colonel's right; it's our best option for now. No one will think to search for you there."
"So what are we waiting for?" Ed asked. "Let's go!"

They left; but at least one of the group was a ball of emotion. Envy had hoped that getting out of the house and doing something would help clear his head – but it hadn't. He was just as confused as ever.

. . .

And that's it for another chapter! I'll see you guys next time!