Dear Roy,
This is it, huh? I've started making my way back towards Central, but I had to make a pit stop in Risembool, first. No way was I going into this fight with my automail in anything less than top-notch shape.
I…guess it was nice to see Winry? I mean, I haven't had a whole lot of contact with other people for a while now, so it felt great to see anyone I knew. She just didn't react the way I expected her to.
Was I an asshole for suggesting she leave the country? Maybe selfish, but I don't think it was a dick move. I just wanted at least one person I care for to be safe, and I could hardly ask you or Al to leave. But she was pissed! Said I had to save the whole country anyway, so it didn't matter if she was in Amestris or not.
Like, that's definitely the goal. I hope we can save everyone. But I'm not so arrogant as to think it's a certainty. We could die. We could fail. I don't know what will happen, and I don't think it was fair of her to ask me to promise that everything would be okay.
I think being realistic about the odds will actually make me fight harder, and better. Getting cocky or trying to find an easier way out has only ever gotten me and other people hurt. This time I'm going in fully aware of what's at stake, and my own morality. I'm sure you're thinking the same way.
No doubt you've got a whole plan cooked up in that head of yours. Hope you remembered to account for me!
I can't help thinking it might be kind of weird to see you…after all these months. And, you know…that. But I'm also really excited to be back in the fold. Maybe after the dust settles, I can clear my mind, too.
I'm on my way, Roy.
-Ed