Al sighed and stood up. "Thanks Mustang. I owe you one." He rubbed his eyes.
Roy frowned. "You should get some sleep. You're in no condition to wander about."
"No. I can't stop. Who knows what she might do? She might feed it to Gluttony."
Hawkeye coughed. "I'm going too." Everyone looked at her. "What? He might need protection." She shrugged.
"Then I'm going as well." Roy announced.
Al sighed. "Thanks, guys." He gave them a faint smile. "I'm going to get ready now." He exited the room.
"Poor kid…" Hawkeye muttered as soon as Al was gone.
Al paused by Ed's old room. It was empty by now. They'd moved all his stuff into one of the rooms on the next level.
"Fucking bitch…" Al slammed his fist against the wall, successfully producing a large burnt crater. "I'll get my revenge!"
In his room, Al put on one of his brother's outfits and took his watch. He slipped it into his pocket.
Before he left for the train, he paid Ed a visit.
He was ghostly white and ice cold. He looked completely deceased, but Al could just barely feel a faint life signal. "Don't worry, I'll get your soul back."