It could have been broad daylight, for all the oozing pile of newborn homunculus could tell, but with his lack of eyes in this bizarrely backwards primordial state, everything was pitch black. His first sensation, was an assault to it's exposed nerves, in reality, a soft touch from Mother's hand. Her gentle murmur first hit his inverted eardrums as a tearing force, but he eventually dulled out the pain of her hand upon his blood slicked skin, the prick of a needle that forced the molten shard of philosopher's stone into his mismatched veins, and the hurt became bearable enough that he could hear her coo and whisper softly to him.
"You poor thing. You poor pathetic, sad little thing. He left you, didn't you? He left us both, didn't he?"
The pseudo human only coughed and sputtered, as it recoiled, the elixir sending a shockwave of pain and healing sting through the backwards body's system.
"Father left us all alone, didn't he?" She repeated, past any disgust for the convulsing corpse before her, "We'll have to keep living. Make him pay for it."
The creature that became Envy, had his eyes not been hollow orbs of useless flesh at the time, would have cried in relief that he was not alone in this world. It was only this searing memory of solitary comfort that kept him by his mother's side, inseparably.