Warnings - Are located at the Beginning of the first chapter
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Envy was in shock. No, shock was too basic, a feeling too defined by common emotion of any case of humans. The homunculi felt the anger in is blood, coarsening violently pulsing throughout his tense body. His eyes physically hurting from the expansion, his eyelid thin shivers of flesh against the face swallowing milk white sclera, shadowing the cat eyed amethyst pupils, only remaining in contrast to that of a jewel shard. Envy's retina began to strain his eyes dazing against the light, the shock, even though it was gray and pearl colors in winter. It was too damn bright.
Tightening lock on his squeezing of the fabric protecting Ed, Envy hoped to steady his now swaying body. Blurs of tears spilling scarlet lined eyes it with stray rays of sunlight was blinding Envy. His stomach swayed in time with his muscles, his bones, his whole body. Falling of the balance of his pelvic area bones and sloshing blood, as if being mix in a blender, Envy's contracting stomach fell to his hip, cradled. Sharply locking his feet and the curling of his toes produced sharp pains of stressing muscles, much like the sensation of human not in taking the needed amount of potassium.
With his sense bubbling on an edge, on the edge of what Envy couldn't pinpoint but it was making Envy ill, his stomach acids erode that mimic cradle of his hipbones and his mind in a fuzzy blur. Clutching the fabric ever tighter, hearing Ed's sobs ever loud, Envy's ears went anesthetic, he could no longer feel inhered to them. Envy's curling legs, tensing with fine muscles locking and agitating gave way. His clothed knees met with the cold snow, staining almost on impact from Envy's raging, blood seething heat and the snow moist, a cold natural phenomenon. Envy's lower jaw kinked under his upper, lips forming a blue, winter twigged line. His eyes were quivering in soundless spasms focused on those blubbering pump lips, cascading tears on flushed cheeks, and the bobbling golden eyes of emphasis of true pathos and with Envy's breakdown repugnance. Gripping the weeping blemished form that gave an edentate whimper, cut down the festering wound of Envy's superbia of composure to a mere flesh wound. Take it back, Envy made a volition for the blonde to riot, to cry, to even damn whisper, just take it back.
Never had he been pronounced as a "my" or a "mine" in such an aching sum of time. Over the centuries, past the emerald hills flaked in jewel dust, setting and dawning suns of bruises, the smiling moons ever changing, the unmerciful wars and never drying blood, the weeping, and the only and the might-have-been, Envy remained that of his emblematic sin, envy. That was what he had been Envy, not since he had the trademark golden features, his clothes were polished as an aristocrat not of death colored and slut cropped, had he was a "my." That was when he had been a "my" son, of a dearest mother yet to be tainted to sins that would later be constructed by her making and a father who beamed at the budding alchemist. Then one of the only two nonsynthetic elements that were liquid in room temperature, silvery in shade, toxic to the human body upon gaining access to the body, still eating away even after stopping intakes, labeling its fashionable victims as "Mad as a Hatter" or "Mad Hatters," Envy's human form knew this element, he knew the properties, he knew it yet still fell victim to it. He had died to the element Hg. He had died at the slippery, invisible, silvery hands of atomic number 80. Envy had perished at the element of Mercury, Mercury's slithered inside and took hold of his heart. He had been bed ridden within a room of rows of anserine and anemic, titled and smudged out, and multicolored to monochrome books, lavish cushioned couches, paunchy, downy comforters, and hanging slanderers, and his father and mother striving to salvage him. Envy felt like he merely caught the common cold, how fallacious he was.
The rows of books were no longer welcoming for Envy, he read their text, their quotes, and studied their pictures to the point of plagiarizing them word for word. Envy's opulent couches began to get dust upon them, for it seemed even the maids forgot their young master. Envy's comforters griped and worsted his growing welts of his now tender back, his lower body numb due to lack of movement. The hanging slanderers turned to his mock sun and heavens of moonlit skies to pointless light to his dulling eyes. Then finally his hero in parental form, their comforting presences, familiar scents, and hushed voices faded with his sanity as the Mercury finally got him as his eyes grew dim and then died.
Golden eyes and mildly hysterical sniffles brought Envy from his humanity remembrance. Envy's transfix on Ed slacked, his nails still having some of the tangled thread of Ed's coat in the crevice between his sensitive under nail hue flesh and the clean pearl white ends of his cold nipped fingers. Ed had clayed himself to Envy's form, not consciously aware that he was leaving trails of a snail like snot, glittering yellowish goo, across Envy's in some respects leaning in body. Ed's hair, fresh with the frost of winter and its lingering vanilla tang rubbed against Envy's raw flesh throat, bobbing heavily with the intakes of saliva, even within the majestic, foul-smelling alley, where trash cans could be erroneous as gold or treasures in a fool's eyes. Envy's face was freeze-framed in a sullen expression, his checks highlighting every sharp cheekbone curve, the dip between his chapped lips and his tinted pink chin, and his sockets of his face swallowing eyes, the amethyst coloring over ridden of the black abyss of pupils. Ed took no notification of the novice possible revelation of his "momma" who also sported the title "papa" to Ed or he would have surely fled into the populous street of the towns people then with Ed's devotion in mind he would have most likely stayed, questioning Envy if he had sustained a freak accidental wound from a stray, extra sharp ice shard.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Ed repeated the motto over and over but it never reached Envy's bluish nipped shell of his ear, even they seemed to quake from the tremors from his convulsing diagram or his raging coagulating hearts as the heat of his torso, scorching more so with Ed's body heat, the pouting tummy meeting his curved in stomach with Ed's shaky exhales. Envy's grasp for his point of view, begged to latch onto an emotion, a thought, a memory, anything that was distinguished in contrast to the feeling, this obscure emotion that wrapped itself around in a smothering coat. Envy looked down that bobbing head in time of a mass of audio sniffling and mild and dying sobbing, a thin layer of saliva and mucus catching Envy's quivering, pained eyes. A thin layer of frost seemed to have settled in the back of Envy's retina, enraging Envy into a familiar setting, unbearable anger. Ed's arms wrapped themselves the nape of Envy's neck, dissevering the forest of emerald like jeweled hair with the forgotten winter, the fabric of Ed's jacket spread the scorching heat from his torso to his spine to the outer layer of flesh and muscle meat being cradled by Ed's figurine ambitious hands and porcelain fingers.
Envy still huddled in a scrunching position brought up his hand. Normally the beamy layers of clothing would have shifted with wisping sounds, unheard to a person a mere five feet away due to the season's natural nisus and wails but blistering heard to those clasps against the said persons' bureau but with years of being an apodeme of a murderous behemoth could tighten, lock, and shift his arm in silence. Ed felt the shift of Envy's torso in time with that of ascending his arm but remain sorely unaware. The abortive child didn't see it coming, and outlined in the snow were two shadows. Two shadows laid across the glimmering snow combined bodies on clinging to the other, the other being shown such adoration hung back, a face of disdain could be paint across the white packed snow in perfect reflection. Soon the form of the unaffectionate emotion moved slightly then to any person witnessing the event from the snow like a mock up of a movie screen, eyes would widen in repulsion as an arms rose up, hovering a good three feet above the shaking smaller form. The distance didn't seem to be much but the fist, the balling fist of the attacker once indifferent form could crush the insignificant quivering head, crimson would be sure to meet the white shadow screen.
Envy drew his arm up in a hammer like activeness to some extent shingling blond head that was barely masking the pink tinted cheeks and the red tipped nose, the said face slowly nuzzling with tears in soft flow against his human outdoor outfit. Envy's fist rose until the muscle that had, had a lack of movement due to blunting upheaval could if audibly heard cry in protest. His knuckles locked, budging thickly around the thin flesh exterior. His fingers curled dangerously until his nail began to bite harshly into his palm, leaving angry crescent moons painted across the raw pink, once untouched sensitive flesh. His height added inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter, and millimeter by millimeter in unrefined power until his arm was fully erected with the strength of a major car impact, with the lucky status of lack of living that came to being that of being a homunculus. Envy's lips turned from the unfaltering shock to the terrifying, an outline of pinching, the sides of the outer lip scrunching, some chin tension, and the soft raspy painfully slow rumbling of sharp teeth. Envy was snarling like a demon, the monsters beyond the stone archway of gate itself, the monster where victims' arms would drop to their sides in dead weights, their eyes grow watery with the shock in a polished teary background, their panting turning into dying dry heaves of dull air, the faces and actions of a prey that knows that death is upon them and to pray if religious.
Envy's muscle relaxed before preparing for a full swing across the temple of the blond, the aftermath of Ed's brain matter pooling out as the vertical swipe would pop the upper level of Ed's head like a can top. Envy swung his fist down for the least powerful blow and made impact. Blood spattered across the snow in thick dark, coagulated blood stains, chucks of brain made a squishy impact against the packed ice chucks, two eyeballs flew and skidded to a stop in a snow trail a few feet away, one coming to a stop face down the red veins of the back of it seemed to pulse before freezing over, the other took rest face up, the golden iris still appeared watery with an emotion near sadness as if Ed knew. Envy stopped shutting his eyes in anger at the thought, Envy made impact with pure air, he stopped himself inches away from the blond head.
Envy had caught the reflection that played across a broken beer bottle, glittering with the cold. Envy ignored the yellowish tint that came natural with the bottle's coloring, he didn't that note of the label half cut off with the bottle, the bold print of home brewing, all he saw was himself staring back at his arm lacking in strife, his pupil enlarged in shock of himself and of the bundle seeking his comfort. Envy delimited the glittering shards of eye-catching ice to his legs, up to the sides of his torso, to what was to be his next victim if not for some lazy littering drunken human.
Envy unleashed his coiled, raw fingers that upon unhinging popped in lenient masses, fist casting a glance to assure himself that the wrath of tons of pressure had faded from it then rested it. Rivulets of dark blood trickled from unfeeling hand, feeling much like numb softness of cloth, Envy took note of. Envy gently wiped his hand clean of his close exploit of murdering the blond clinging to him against his human outfit just upon Ed's head and Envy's breast. So he couldn't kill the chibi, out of not wanting to become a decoration over Dante's mantle place Envy reasoned, that was the reason, it had to be. Envy still had disgust lingering in the pits of his stomach mingling with the churning acids and the past meals that Envy had forced his mouth around to have the normalcy of being one of a crowd, well as in a crowd with the appearance of an inimical clothed, flesh flashing, emerald haired, androgynous being can be. Envy looked for a possible crowbar or other lever like tool to pry off the blond. Envy saw none. Envy looked back down upon the soft blond hairs, thinking that Ed was closer to him then any being has been to another, even in sexual intercourse. Envy's eyes blazed in affix desperation and anger, the new emotion that had surfaced minutes ago gone in the depths of the being of once being human.
That was when Envy ascertained it. It, one would think sexual intent, with the lacking details of a child being a part of it but no it was the flesh shivering, sharp shaking exhaling and deep sucking inhales of Ed stomach against his bent knee. Envy smirked, in corners of his lips pinched in an evil smile, one could almost have images of dark goo oozing from the tight pressed upturned lips. Looking past the blond he saw no freak items, knowing to the point with his recent luck that the blond would bust his little brain across the ground with an another misplaced glass littered item or an unusually sharp shard of ice. Nope, confirmed, clear for impact the blond would only have Envy attack to be sore from which shouldn't claim his life with Envy measurement of power to his knee that was being caressed by Ed's convulsing stomach.
It rang through the alleyway. It could be heard in the street, over the roaring winds, the flickering street lamps that had turned on for the mistaking lack of sun to be nights, dulled to a fake gold yellow, over the mumbling of pissed townspeople only if it was a whisper. It could be heard like a mouse calling or the flutter of flower petals. The sound of a painful gasp, of wind getting knocked out, a child's sharp whimper of glass getting shaved piece by piece, that was what rang through the town in many different attitudes. Ed crumbled in a broken mass of fabric and flesh, three feet from his original location of being in Envy personal space. Ed was begging every opening, wound and microscopic skin breathing hole for air, gasping, saliva running freely down his chin in thick gobs, spitting more out with every gasp he took, clutching his concaving stomach as if to grasp the air that had fled his unintentional, already trembling digestive organs.
Ed looked up that Envy but couldn't level his neck to crane itself to meet Envy's eyes, his neck protesting for rest. Ed's eyes in watery glory peered at Envy knees, Envy stood fully, hands on hips, smirk in place expecting down upon Ed's state without lowering his head, his pupil cresting against his lower eyelashes, shadowed by thick fans that even curled in malice themselves. Ed's eyes spoke to silent "whys," to Envy slightly outward stance right leg as if it were Envy's face, blurred by hot tears that exasperated his cold flesh. Ed took warmth in his new bed of snow for it was still warmer than the betrayal of his Envy, his parent, his idol with the agile knee to his impotence that had given him the strength to call Envy his "momma," and his "daddy," his guts. Envy transferred turning his body due to the acerbic lock of Ed's eyes against his kneecap, those eyes dulling and that mouth dripping of aftermath shock in a slight gap, oppugning discretionarily, it repelled Envy. A child, something that an elder even of a few years older, a few mouths ahead to destruction, or a few minutes escaping the entrapment of the womb of the mother, would die to protect for they were purer than themselves if only for that sort or long period of time; Envy regarded to kill that purity for it reminded him of that woman. That woman who never screamed in labor of pushing out a watermelon size being, never scolded the bleeding, bawling wounds of accidents that happened to cause atrocious rafts, instead kissed the bacteria laced, aiding the wound in a mental mind set before fixing it physically and cleaning the said mess, and the woman who put clothes for the line, he recalled Sloth whisperings in pain of longing in that bed of her rebirth, the woman who waved the incoming and called out to the brief exits, and set her beacon of light to call her babies back to her, Envy could never be that woman to Ed and he would never cuddle, squeeze, or coo at Ed.
Envy smiled at the broken boards at of the fence that the end of the alley, dark clay like wood moaned from the incoming in that rebounded off the walls of the gust at the mouth of the alley. Envy's smirk pitched slightly more as he voiced his lack of loving care to Ed or to any other being in existence, with his back turned a person would take notice of but never voice their probable conclusion that Envy was that of a coward for they would find their heart or other vital organs resting on the snow with that of the abused child.
"Chibi, affection is weak. Growing attached to any person or thing, growing comfortable with its presence and the role it was in your life kills strength with it being planted in your heart," Envy added certain emphasis in words to purse his lips. " You want to be like me, Edo? You want this beautiful dark hair," Envy added running his hand through his hair, flipping his hand in a role causing his ends to flip out. " You want these eyes, hmm?" Envy emphasis is face without turning back to face Ed by bringing his palm to his cheek lightly, his fingertips lingering in a soft caress, pure masturbation of his ego and face. " You what to be like us," Envy made a point to wave his hand near his thigh in a wisping motion across his homunculus' birthmark. "Then you will have to free yourself from those emotions in your heart, love, loyalty, trust, and all those hugs and kisses bullshit."
Envy smirked finishing his speech, surely Edo had regained his composure, the saliva and blood that had escaped orally was cover with fresh snow, he was standing, and taking Envy's all-knowing words to heart literally. Turning with an aristocratic pose in play, his nose turned to the sky. Envy slowly made his way to face Edward. His heels made a "pfft" skid mark as he swivelled without bringing his feet up, his hair fanning out behind him and his arms crossed across over his slightly broadly puffed out chest, Envy turned. Envy turned to the beer bottle, glittering snow, and small track of footprints that lead out to the alleyways mouth and disappeared to clean-cut corner escape. Envy made full circle to the bloodstains, the crisp frozen over saliva and the embodiment of Ed hitting the snow when Envy's knee made contact with Ed's soft tummy. Envy turned but Ed wasn't there to be turned to face to.
A silk figure glided across the now four-foot deep snow, feet only broke the first few centimeters of the crisp ice pact before moving forward, only the pads of the figure's feet left behind. Though as fast as the moaning winds of a vanilla tang themselves a person that came in an even distance of mile could feel utter heat of rage radiating off the fleeing shadow. The figure jumped gracefully from high rooftops, slick sidewalks, to the common flickering buzz of the dull frozen over orange lights of a common street lamp. The shadow that played across the shadow when running across various parts of the towns like steps could only be defined by the unique mane of cropped of a tropical plant and the flying material of the lower half of the shadow's body, which could only be described as the uplifting of a skirt of sorts. No one saw the shadow though, all townspeople were in their homes, children tucked in character laced bright blankets, spouses and lover spooning against one another in thick comforters or having a warming drink of alcohol in the dimly lighted living rooms, even the street trash of harlots in skimpy outfits and the drug hungry beings fled for some sort of shelter. Envy was the only one to dare to walk amongst the cold.
He was pissed for short, everything seemed to anger the homunculus a tad more, made his pupils dilate in insanity more so, his calves tighten to blood hunger, his stomach now nude for the abandonment of his human apparel coarse with hidden muscles in gripping power, and his veins seemed to play like thick blue arctic snakes across Envy's tight flesh. Envy stopped upon a shabby brick building's ledge, the cracks thick with moss crystallized much like the forgotten snot of Envy's clothing, an accessory that remained even after his willing away of old clothes, the howling winds that berated his ears in crisp wails reminded him of the child that occupied his arms, only to be kicked away, and the dying lights of the decaying lamps of orange looked queerly the same as those teary golden eyes of past adoration and sorrow.
Envy panned across the landscape of snow and dim lights that gave the setting a piss like glow, Envy thought. Standing proudly in the town was an old centerpiece of the setting, the stone gray building shone like the dying lights, the curls of architecture, the stain glass of pinks and hues of angelic forms gave a celestial scene of the heaven or nirvana or some other place that human believe beyond those clouds, and the door slightly ajar. Envy's eyes widened then narrowed in a followed suit. Peeking in the lights of flickering buzz penetrated the darkness on the platform of marble that rested at the top of the sloping upward stairs of similar darken shaded marble. Envy leaped from his perch, the imprints of his curled toes attached to the stone ledge for a second before overcome with another fresh layer.
The impact of flesh against cold marble with a lustrous crunch, Envy semi-clothed feet tingled crisply before he willed them to set a steady pace of his body slowly slithering side to side, much like a snake called upon by its master of a cockamamie with a flute. Envy studied the shoe prints of ripples that were not recovered by snow so soon due to the canopy of the stone balcony above, the print took a sharp tip forward that told that the owner of the prints stood on their tiptoes for some odd reason of need. The handles of gold sparkled with a metallic tang, thin frost layers on top it, fingerprints could be seen curled around the handles, some prints harder pressed than others, clearly it took a few hard jerks to release the closed doors from their sealed posts. The air lingering in the library tranquilized in aloof state of not waiting to join the mainstream of wind, finding it troublesome to cause such a cacophony sound in the streets if the town, banging the petit green shutters and whistling against the brick and wooden houses, too troublesome.
Envy already numb to the touch used his foot as a mock hand, placing it in-between the gap of the doorframe, the edge of the other closed door and the inside and also frozen inside facing part of the door. In a jeer of inhuman potency Envy sent the door vigilantly until colliding with the outside cuff of the ledge that dropped into a set of dying or dead vegetation, Envy stood at the entryway the lifelessness of the interior of the library met the overzealous winds of the outside. Searching with eyes that were frozen over with chips of eyes that could be felt, giving the image of an old movie screen to the eye's owner, Envy scanned the landscape. The indistinct scent of fresh parchment, textbooks of noncurrent, retention forever in smudge reading with entombed dates, the desks of clean-cut pine shone nimbly against the multicolored lights of the optical prism like stain glass overhead, Envy's stomach felt like a cold chuck of frappe resting decipherably against his navel. Envy perceived the sick ascending in the back of his throat with the odor was much like a comparison to a hospital, death cloaked with cheap cleaners, memories of the asphyxiating old in the thin worn binding. Envy obstructed the door with a gentle click after extending his form back outside the archway to clasp his foot's definitive plaything. Enclosing himself with the human's ways of recording their sapless past, Envy made perch movements to find the said being of his unintentional care.
Envy traced the spine of the books while walking down the series of bookcases, the solo pointer finger going in an abrasive road of indulgent velvet text and leather. If one peered strenuously, the finger was discretionarily joined by its fellow appendages, all first curling out and lightly skimming over before fully touching the book's spine. Soon the exquisite traces turned into a chela, the books seemed to shiver in their cases with Envy target coming closer. The smell of the past suds and the decaying rot of the winter's berry vanilla scent grew stronger as the center of the library came into an adequate, slit eyed amethyst view. A flood of proficient lush chairs and potbellied couches, the rivet of the library, of these mahogany low tables and hues that appeared to be the dark around the night's moon in these hours seemed to radiate bookshelves upon bookshelves, fact to fiction. Envy stood at the mouth of the in-between book shelters, his nails lodged in a book that read, "Preteen investigators blah blah, baby prostitutes," by Jackass Author 1049 respectively.
Envy's eyes took an incisive swivel his right, hauling his eyes across to his receded shadow of overly thin and pulled shape, its true proportion only duplicating at his lower calves and ankles. Envy jerked his toward the direction of the aroma that tickled his nostrils, his hand still clawed dragged the book to the floor with a hard thump, its pages flapping much like the gooses that had infected flight, bring ashore on a page of chapter 18 with two children stimulating annoyances of themselves by searching through of a cardboard box, Envy took curt remarks of. When his eyes reverted to the guidance, he was going he set his sights on a humorous muckle. Mountains of abdominous books of history or defining most plausible served as a makeshift ladder on a single pair of small, booted feet, clad chubby ankles straining forward, the feet on wobbly tiptoes. Swaying in an ungraceful way of weakened tree against hurricane gales stood a short outline of a person, illuminated by the facing of the stain glass light of a rainbow spectrum. Not sporting his coat was Edward Elric, a substitutable thick book in his extended fingers of pleading require too distributed more so, his brows nearly touching in concentration and pink tongue poking departing in contralto want. Ed turned his head to upheaval of another mien, how he found out Envy had no approximation, the book's neglecting forgotten in psyche. Ed's fingers gave forth from the shock, dispatching the book toppling, hitting Ed soundly, causing him in a chain response too expatiated his hand forward from his swaying toes to give and impacting the bookshelf, and to a moment's aggravated tensity causing it to go into a bouldery agitate before setting back properly.
Envy smirked tilting his head to the side watching with a muffled laugh against his thinly placed lips as Ed nursed his head with his hands and dainty whining. Envy shook his head while moving his body in a sliding forward like strode, picking up the book gracefully in his right hand, and then taking the vacated space by Ed's side for his own. Ed looked up at Envy woefully, failure shining in the eyes of the streetlights that Envy happened to elapse upon his finding the chibi, vivid than that orange, humming, dull, frosted-covered lamp, much more livid. Envy leaned over investing the book in a void in the bookshelf that corresponded the book's girth before acquiring sights on Ed.
"Chibi, never run away," Envy aforementioned in an imperturbable tone that matched the winds that protested externally in indwelling anguish. "Chibi, you may not be one of us, your aunts, uncles, and brother," Envy omission his title in a grimace of the warm mounting flavor in his underlying stomach regions, " . . . but you are not one of them, humans are disparate creatures, some are as tainted to keep you for themselves." Envy paused at the recall of a trounced, drugged, muzzled, and even raped children he had seen, the festering wounds and the deferential eyes, not his Chibi, no, never by those filth under the fingernail, calloused hand humans. " . . . never leave my side, understand?"
Ed blinked in an owlish fashion, before nodding to snapping like motions of enthral, clangoring his upper body into Envy's raw abdomen. Envy peered down his lips deepening declivitous to the right to some degree of annoyed like glower yet dissimilar the post meridiem event didn't deplumate away. His eyes in the vicinity agilely at the sets of books guiding to the elongate ends of the library up to the twirling spiral staircase to the amphetamine levels finding himself here now, he could foregather information the targets of his master's wishes, but if one were rigid enough or had a cultivated eye Envy had taken a residuum of Ed stomach, Ed's shirt was mildly elated from the lengths he was protruding himself to encircle his arms around the midriff, his flushed cheeks nuzzling the well-toned venter. Upon Ed's exposed tummy was a purplish contuses with autumn like nauseating tans of a constituting skin appearing wound that was what caught Envy tending but also the veneration that lied in the aureate irises that were what caused him to recede his regard.
Envy expected fro at the books under Ed's feet, shoe prints smirching the cover of unthawed ice sludge. Multifaceted titles of gardening, weeding, and the fundamental guides of the human physical structure were the primary subjects of the step stole. Cocking an eyebrow in an only demonstration of demoniacal disarray, Envy replayed the day to find any dependent of Ed gurgles or his own authoritative speech would Ed that an interest in such bipolar subjects, only to retrieve his own derating lecture after aching the now once again fluffy, cute expectorating Ed, acrophobia if he asked Ed he would carry out another immense blanket of bobbles to suffocate Envy into an accessorial borderline paroxysm. Upon cerebrating about it, if Ed couldn't become the homunculi semblance then Envy would maintain Ed's love to himself, unreturned, he bestowed mentally before shifting his stare aggressively away from the blond after he found himself desiring to detect the chronicle subdivision.
Finally the relationship of the two is in play, the next chapters are going too most likely come faster for this is what I have been waiting for myself, the targets of Dante, Envy's plans for Ed, and the loved ones of the old Ed come into play!
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