5. His automail ached. He crouched in a tree, rubbing at his shoulder where skin met metal and watched as Alphonse Elric chased the Rockbell dog through the long grass. Roze's son, Cali, ran after him giggling brightly as Winry waited for them at the end of the walk, a warm smile pasted on her clean face. Cali tackled the old dog and Al dipped down, scooping the boy up in long tanned arms and laughing without a care in the world. Winry shook her head, snickering, and bounded towards them, the dog rushing to nuzzle her leg. She threw her arms around Al's neck, pulling him down to kiss his forehead. As if to say: "I'm so happy you're alive". It had been years and years and yet she was still happy he was alive.

They went to the house, a dog at their heels, and Wrath watched the sun go down behind them.