Roy,
I screwed up.
Somehow, I managed not to think about the fact that we'd have to kill Kimblee until it came right down to it. I've never killed anyone before…and I didn't want to change that. I wanted to be able to render him useless, but I never wanted to take his life.
Stupid of me, as it turns out. I hesitated when I had the opportunity to end it all, and Kimblee got away. What's more, I got myself fucking impaled when he blew up a building to escape.
It…how am I even supposed to describe that kind of pain? I guess you know, though, from what Lust did to you. Luckily for me, some of Kimblee's ex-henchmen were with me, and they helped me out. Just like you, I had to use alchemy to heal myself. But I don't know fire alchemy, so I couldn't just cauterize my wounds. Instead I drew on my own life force like a Philosopher's Stone, using that as energy to stop the bleeding.
I was weak, and I couldn't kill Kimblee. Because of that, I had to take desperate measures to make sure I didn't die. I still don't want to kill people, and if it's avoidable then I won't. But if there's no other choice, I can't hesitate next time.
Me and Al got separated, too. Now I'm being treated by a doctor, and because of the conflict with Kimblee I'll have to lie low for a while. They're bound to be looking for me. I don't know when I'll see Al again, or when I'll see you again.
I hope it's not too long.
-Ed
