Dear Roy,
So. This is what peace feels like. I…think I enjoy it.
Every morning I wake up, and that dread that's been inside me for so long is gone. How long will it take for me to get used to this new life? I do feel a little empty, without the fuel that's kept me going for the longest time. But it's not a bad sort of empty; rather it just reminds me that I can now fill myself with joy and hopes untainted by guilt. I get to build a whole new life, almost, and that's…exhilarating.
Risembool has always been a calm little town, and it's not changed since me and Al left. Now, though, it seems to me that there's more mirth. In the years since he's last had a body, I'd almost forgotten what my brother's laugh sounded like. It might be one of the best sounds in the world. He's still regaining his muscle mass, and he's got a long way to go before he's 100% better, but he's improving so quickly.
Winry and Granny are overjoyed to have us back, too. Personally, I think they're taking advantage of having a strong young man in the house again—kidding. A little. I know they're happy to feel like a family once more. I am, too.
Now, all this satisfaction isn't to say I don't miss you. I do, and I think about you a lot. Mostly I wonder if everything is going as well for you as it is for us. Post-Promised Day, are you this happy? I sure hope so.
You're heading back east, to Ishval. Maybe you're there already. If anyone can fix that mess, Roy, it's you. Good luck—and don't forget, I still owe you some money, so don't do anything dumb.
-Ed
