Mustang…
What the fuck is the point?
We did it, me and Al. We discovered how to make a Philosopher's Stone. It took days, ya know. The doctor's notes were coded. But we did it. It's pretty simple alchemy, actually, with just one special ingredient.
Human souls. As many of them as you can get your hands on. The more souls, the more power.
I feel so broken. This knowledge…to think we spent all this time, looking for a solution, and we're presented with this. I know it's stupid to think the universe even gives a shit about me, but it really does feel like I just can't fucking win. Is this the true atonement? Maybe the leg and Al's body were just a starting payment. Maybe the real price we are paying for the ultimate sin is a continuous cycle of hope being torn away.
How long do you think we can keep handling this?
What's worse…this guy, this doctor…he was military. You guys used Stones in Ishval. Is…is that why you never told us? Did you also find out what was powering your alchemy back then? Maybe you just didn't want us to go down that road at all. Or maybe you never knew what was happening.
I want to just wallow in self pity for a while. But of course I can't; with everything we've learned, now there's all these questions. Scary fucking questions.
It would be too easy for me to just not bother asking them. Not so long ago, I wouldn't have. I would've just moved on in my journey, and damn everyone and everything else. I guess I'm growing up, huh?
Time to go get some answers.
-Ed