A/N Okay, here it comes… I'm sorry. I've been an absolute bitch about reviews, and I've been taking out my frustrations from daily life on my poor, innocent readers. I want you to all know that I read and treasure all of the reviews I receive, and they drive me onward. I'm excited for every single review, and no matter how few I get, I will always love them and continue writing with fever; I enjoy writing too much not to. This chapter is written in dedication to everyone who's given me support, and who've gone to the trouble of reading this; I love you all. And, as a final note in this, the last chapter of this fic, I'd like to thank the band Death Cab For Cutie. Your music drives on the wheels in my mind and the ocean of my imagination, I love you guys!

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"Why's it so cold here?" Greed shivered, rubbing her arms together. Roy looked up, noticing her eyes; they grew rounder every second, the dull purple fading into amber. They were beginning to look human. "Roy, I didn't remember before now, but I need to tell you," she spouted, unable to keep herself from speaking. She shouldn't be talking to him, she shouldn't be having these thoughts or memories, facts and pictures flashing through her mind. "Roy, I never spoke until I kissed you, like I promised I would before I was taken. My favorite food is peppermint ice cream, and my favorite chocolate is dark. I feel so guilty and sad right now about Envy," she began to choke on her words as tears ran down her face, unwelcome but unstoppable, "I feel like I'll die. Why the hell does it hurt so much?" Roy looked up, watching Greed in terrified fascination as she grabbed her chest, digging at the skin above her heart with razor sharp nails.

"Greed… what the hell's going on?" he asked as she sobbed, screaming.

"It hurts so badly," she screamed, ripping through the fabric and scratching at her flesh in vain. "Why can't I die? My heart… it's suffocating me!" Roy, unable to stop himself, grabbed Greed's wrists, pulling her hands away from herself.

"Greed, look at me!" He commanded, "Is Riza dying? Is that why you're remembering this?" Greed screamed, folding up on the ground, shivering as she wrenched her hands from Roy's grasp.

"She is," Sloth said calmly, walking in. "It looks like when one of the two dies, the other gets… the life, or soul, as it was." Greed sobbed on the floor, her face pressed against the wood. "If Greed lives, Riza dies, and Greed… receives the information of her. Though I wouldn't know for sure, perhaps she's becoming human."

"I don't want to live like this," Greed cried, cutting through her skin. "My heart hurts so badly I want to die!"

"Well, go ahead then," Sloth smiled. "Roy, kill Greed and Riza might recover."

"But what if she's become human?" Roy asked, getting up, "I can't kill her… not when they look so alike."

"Time is running out," Sloth replied. "Roy, one wants to die, and the other wants to live, is the choice really that hard?" She looked down at Greed. Blood began to drip from the homunculus, doubled over on the floor. "Homunculi feel little to no pain in our whole lives, we aren't trained like humans to tolerate it. Riza feels terrible, she hates herself and it hurts. Greed can't take all of the sadness and heartache. If you don't take care of it soon, Riza will die and Greed will kill herself."

"And why would you want Greed to die?" Roy asked, realization settling in.

"…Greed is no homunculus," Sloth said, looking at her loathingly, "And yet she's not human. She cannot belong anywhere, and as such, doesn't deserve to exist. It's rather pitiable. Do it now Mustang, there's no time left for indecision." Roy closed his eyes, clapping his hands together and putting them down on the floor. An alchemy circle spread out around Greed, as Sloth took a step back.

"If that's Riza in there," Roy said quietly, looking at the floor. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Closing his eyes, Roy put his hands on the transmutation circle, his face wet with sweat and tears. Greed looked up, her eyes widening, before she began to vomit red stones. She shrieked as she fell on her back, writhing in the light of the circle, red leaking out of her mouth as she twisted, flipping back onto her stomach. She fell, twitching, her lips parted in a silent scream as no more stones came out. Roy pulled his hands up from the circle, as Sloth flowed over and knelt beside Greed. Turning her limp body onto its back on her lap, Sloth looked at her.

"She did the hardest part of the job for you," Sloth noted as Roy, breathing heavily, walked over and sat down beside her. Greed's eyes were gray, the pupils round, but minuscule; in the end, she really was neither human nor homunculus. Her right hand was covered in gore, reaching through a rip in her skin into her chest. Sloth took the arm, pulling it out in one quick jerk. Roy looked away in disgust as Greed's hand came into sight, stiff and bloody. She was holding her own heart. "She would rather rip out her own heart than feel what she had to," Sloth mused, "Foolish, foolish girl. How's Riza?" Roy nodded, spinning around and stumbling through the debris to where Riza lay.

"Riza, Riza are you there?" he asked, looking her up and down. Her breath began to steam in the night air, the color returning to her cheeks. She opened her eyes, propping herself up on her elbows as she choked. Coughing, Riza gasped, spitting out a chunk of plaster. Her breathing desperate, she looked over to Roy, falling forward and hugging him in one movement. Roy smiled, and Sloth, in one of her few shows of mood, was able to smile as well.

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"She couldn't move when she saw Hawkeye?" Envy asked, sitting across from Roy and Riza in the dining room. Sloth sat beside Envy, keeping a tab on his temper; he was holding up much better than she'd expected. Must have been Lust meddling around with him again. Roy nodded. Sloth nodded as well. "Killing her off must have been a piece of cake then," Envy laughed, "And the body's already gone, so there's nothing to take back, eh?"

"Envy, we've told you it five times," Sloth stated.

"I know, but I've got to have a report to bring back to Master," he glanced over at Roy and Riza. "Now that Greed is dead, you two will no longer be involved, unless of course you tell anyone what has happened. Then, you'll both be killed, or used for experimentation of some sort. Either way it's bad business."

"Well, we'll be going then, unless there's anything more," Sloth said in a monotone as she stood up, her chair pushing back.

"There is," Envy replied flatly. "Riza and I need to have a little discussion. We'd appreciate it if you two would leave." He glared at Roy, as Sloth shrugged, walking out the door.

"I'm not leaving you alone with her," Roy spat, "I've learned the consequences of that."

"Roy, it'll be okay," Riza replied, "I won't let him hurt me, and I sure as hell will keep anything indecent out of the equation." Roy still hesitated, looking from Riza to Envy.

"You heard the woman, and you've got my word on the matter," Envy sighed, "So go on already, shoo. I harbor no ill will towards Riza." Roy didn't quite believe that last bit, but feeling that nothing would happen unless he complied, he got up and walked out of the room, closing the door.

"Envy's always good on his word, you shouldn't worry," Sloth said plainly as Roy stood outside the door, listening to catch some of the conversation.

"Riza, do you still have that death wish?" Envy asked back inside the room, crossing one leg over the other in his seat. Riza shook her head. "…Good."

"Envy, about the deal, I know I still owe you, but I can't give myself over to you, you need to understand, I just got a second chance at life and at Roy. I'm not going to jeopardize it for anything." Envy watched Riza as she said these words, his head falling back as he laughed after she'd finished. Riza bit her lower lip.

"You know, you remind me of someone," Envy smirked, tapping a finger on the table. "A memory of a memory I guess, back from when I was human. You say you're set on Roy and you living happily ever after? How are you going to settle your score with me then?"

"…What do you want?" Riza asked, chewing on her lip. "What the hell can I give you to make you leave?" She was bitter on this note, her anger slipping. No matter how polite, no matter how careful with his words he was, Envy was a monster; she could never even dream of forgiving him. Envy's smile of macabre humor fell at this, a scowl taking its place. Then his features softened as he closed his eyes and got up, not much of anything showing itself on his face. Walking around the table, he stopped behind Riza, leaning forward and catching himself on the table, his arms caging Riza in. His breath was hot against the side of her face in the night air, as he balanced his chin on her shoulder, his hair falling over his face.

"For your end of the deal," Envy whispered quietly, his frown soft on his face, "I want you to fix things with Mustang." Riza's growing fear at their closeness fled at that moment as she turned to look at him in the face. He stood back up, before turning to leave.

"Wait!" Riza said suddenly, "Is that all?" She almost felt bad as she saw a flash of something cross Envy's face. "I mean, I could, I don't know, knit you a scarf or something," Riza stuttered, unable to really think strait.

He looked over, looking her up and down, a resigned half smile falling on his face. "There is nothing you can do for me." Riza couldn't believe her ears.

"Not even a last peck?" She asked, getting up as she was feeling the most unexpected guilt. "As a goodbye?" Envy's head fell back and he covered his eyes with his hand. Turning around, he opened the door and walked out, closing it almost silently.

"Sloth, let's go," he said, looking over to where she sat. Walking out the front door, the pair of them left, and Roy ran into the room where Riza waited.

"Riza, what happened?" Roy asked, sitting beside her and taking her hands in his. He rubbed them together to warm them up.

"Nothing really," she replied quietly. She smiled weakly at Roy.

"You want to tell me what's really going on now?" Roy smirked half-heartedly.

"Sure. We've got all of the time in the world." Riza thought this phrase over. They finally were together again, no more homunculi, no more experiments. "We've got all of the time in the world."

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