Colonel,

I can't believe I'm writing this from…inside a homunculus. Right now, I'm in Gluttony's stomach with Ling. He thinks I'm mad, wasting time in here writing a letter. But we've been walking forever, and we needed to rest anyway. I know I'll feel better if I get my thoughts out to you.

Who'd have thought this whole thing goes literally to the top? I sure know how to pick fights…

Homunculi on the street were bad enough, but to know one is leading our country is hard to swallow. Saying it, writing it, it doesn't feel real. If I were anyone else, I might be cowering in my boots. Like, who is brave enough to take down the Fuhrer? Who has enough guts to be involved with that sort of operation, with the odds so egregiously stacked against them? (Besides you, you crazy bastard!)

But me and Al are already fighting a seemingly impossible fight. What's one more? When you're trying to get a body back from Truth itself, homunculi don't seem so difficult anymore.

I will get out of here. Ling is beginning to think there isn't a way—and maybe he's right. But fuck it, I've broken the laws of god and man and if there isn't a way, I'll make one.

See you soon.

-Ed

P.S. Given what we know about Bradley now, you really would be a better Fuhrer!