"We did a horrible thing," Winry whispered. "We created a monster. And it's all my fault. I gave them the idea."
"What do you mean?" Liza asked quietly. She had no idea what the younger girl was talking about.
"That monster, it attacked me, or at least, it tried to. It collapsed right after it jumped and landed on me. That's why I was covered in blood," Winry continued softly. "It wasn't my blood, it was the monster's."
"Ed! Up! Now!" Roy yelled, rolling his brother onto the floor.
"What?" Ed retorted, cranky with sleep.
"You have some explaining to do," the older of the two growled. When he saw Ed's confused look, he glared. "Why can your dog talk?"
Ed's eyes widened in disbelief. How did Roy know that? When had Al been talking? His eyes flashed to Al, who looked away guiltily.
"That's none of your business," he stated, returning Roy's glare.
"Dammit Ed! Look, I now have custody of you, and you live under my roof. I'd say it's my business," Roy shouted in anger.
"So?" the younger boy grumbled.
"Explain or I'll send the dog to a lab," Roy threatened. Ed glared fiercely.
"Magic," he muttered angrily. "And he's not a dog."
"If he's not a dog, what is he?" the older asked, honestly curious, but still irritated. Ed looked him directly in the eyes as he said the two blunt words.
"My brother."