Roy,
We've been on the move so much, I'm not even sure where I am anymore. Not far from Youswell, I think. Mostly it's been camping, lately. Easier to hide out when you only make trips into town for supplies. It's kind of rad, camping. When me and Al were learning more about alchemy, our teacher made us stay all alone on an island for a whole month. We had to survive without using alchemy at all, just us versus nature. So this reminds me a lot of that time, and honestly, they're good memories.
I'm sure you learned very differently! Our teacher was…a little crazy, but that's what made (and makes) her great. She's like family to me and Al.
Do you have any family?
The air around here must be doing weird things to my brain. I keep wondering little mundane things like that, when I think of you. Like, what am I going to do, walk up to my superior officer and interrogate you about your daily life? But…I want to know. I'm not sure what's got me so curious.
I guess it's just, I know every little thing about Al, and the same goes for Winry. And—wow this is fucking bizarre to write—I suppose I've begun to feel so close to you, from these letters I don't even send. So I want to know everything about you, too.
Yikes. I need to get back to work, if this is what being idle does to me.
-Ed
