Chapter fifty-eight: The little bloodless girl is no more

"Coniniaue…"

"I got my blood back."

"Wow… Wha…"

"HAHA!" Coniniaue did a cartwheel. "I got my blood back! I defeated God! IN YOUR FACE, GOD!"

"Oh, marvelous!" Lust brought her nails to average length, smirking. "You've just saved a trouble for the making of a Philosopher's Stone." She turned with her fellow homunculi, leaving.

"Lust." Coniniaue's voice just dripped anger. She fused a knife into her automail arm. "I'm just about to bash that stupid red stone right from your—"

But the homunculi were gone. All that remained was a cartoon drawing of Envy with the words, "Aw, you bleed, just for me!" beneath it.

Coniniaue stamped her foot into the words, dragging it along them to smudge them out. "I bleed for no one."

Later

Coniniaue was sitting at her desk in the study, an alchemy book opened in front of her. But instead of practicing, she was looking at her hand. Winry had bandaged it for her when they got home, but she could still se bloodstains beneath them. I defeated God. She thought. I reclaimed what is mine.

"Coniniaue?"

Coniniaue glanced up. Edward had walked into her study just a minute ago and was now standing in front of her desk. "What is it, Ed?"

"Do you have good handwriting?"

Even later

"'What pride.' Rose muttered. 'Are you saying you are God's equal?' 'Well, it's like the myth about the hero.' I replied. 'He made wings out of wax so he could fly, but when he got too close to the sun… to God… the wax melted and her crashed to the ground.' Did you get all that, Coniniaue?"

"Yep. Writing down all of your adventures was a great idea, Edward. Now we even have something to work on in our spare time. Maybe we can make this a book some day." Coniniaue just finished writing down the last word in a neat script.

"Maybe. You know, if we're making a book of all my adventures, we should add yours, too."

"That's a great idea. We'll switch between chapters, we'll start with your life, then go to mine, then back again."

"We have to go in order from age, though." Edward replied. "We can start from when my father left and Alphonse and I got interested in alchemy, then we can go back to when you and Dominique were split."

Coniniaue was about to say something, but silenced herself.

"Coniniaue?"

"Don't talk about that…"

"Please, just tell me what life was like until your parents died…"

"…Fine."

FLASHBACK.