He knew it was a childish thing to do. They were old superstitions, fairy tales even, and he had no room in his life for fantasies. After all he was a State Alchemist, a true scientist at heart.
Still he was only fifteen.
Some things were important enough for him to ignore the assertive part of his head that relied only on facts. The most noticeable being his search for the Philosophers Stone, something put down as a legend at best by many alchemists. The rituals that he had taken upon himself however were purely superstition. Yet he persisted.
Edward Elric would do anything to correct the mistake he made those seemingly endless years ago that cost his brother his body. He would even through logic and pride out the window every night as he stared out it and wished upon a star.