Edward,
What I've learned today is…troubling, to say the least. I don't even know where to begin.
Before you were introduced to our conversation, the Fuhrer was telling me how he came to be a homunculus. He was born a human, underwent severe training, and was then transformed. The whole tale was shocking, but that wasn't what struck me the most. No, I was more preoccupied with how much I resonated with Bradley's past. While I like to think that I wouldn't have made the same decisions and would never accept such evil into myself, I have that same ambition. The attitude of doing whatever it takes to beat out the competition and make it to the top. I claim to be climbing the ranks for the right reason, but I'm afraid of what may be hiding deep down inside of me. What if I'm truly as rotten as Bradley was, and this is all for my personal gain?
Pushing my own concerns aside, the team has been split up. The idea being, obviously, to isolate each of us in order to prevent us causing too much trouble. We work as pieces of a whole mechanism, and the Fuhrer has just taken us all apart. Not to say that we won't manage, but without everyone near me, I worry more than ever for their safety.
I'm glad I can at least keep an eye on you. I know we both promised to keep our heads down, but I fully intend to break that promise. I like to think you do, too.
Let's raise a little hell, shall we?
Yours,
Roy Mustang
