I apologize for any inconsistencies. (I don't even know if there are any.) And I apologize for how out of character Ed and Envy are. (It's a bit difficult to get in Envy's head.)

I updated the background chapter, since I just recently watched those episodes and I noticed a lot of things I had wrong. (Just to say.)

Please enjoy~ Let me know what you think or anything that you notice, please~

Edward:

"Join you?"

"Join us, become one of us, it's the same thing, really."

"Wh-what?" My confusion turned quickly to anger. "Why would I ever-"

"Fine. Fine. If that's your answer, I'll just be on my way," He turned for the door. There was no way he just offered that and then gave up. There had to be something more to it.

"W-wait. Wait." I was just about to jump up and grab him when he stopped. "Why?"

"You're going to have to be a bit more specific than that. Pipsqueak." His mocking tone was irritating.

"Why would you offer something like that?"

"I have my reasons." I should have guessed that he wouldn't give me a straight answer. There was some reason for it; I knew that for sure. Becoming one of them, . . . but why shouldn't I? I had nothing to lose, and it may have gotten me closer to getting Al back.

"Alright, I'll do it."

He looked completely surprised.

Envy:

He what? I took a moment to respond. I thought I had this kid all figured out. That is, until he did this.

"Um, alright. Let's go, then." He took a second to stand before following me. "We need an open space. Where you selfishly tried to bring back your mother should work fine." I wasn't sure if such a low blow was truly supposed to insult him or if it was to knock him out of that mood.

"Alright," was all he said as he led me to what must have been his father's study. He opened another door and we stepped inside. Although the room was a recreation of the original, it still had the feeling of death and despair. I looked around, planning out what would need to be done. Some clutter was laying on the counter, obviously created for nostalgia. I grabbed a paper and marker, and I began drawing out the correct circle.

When I finished, I showed him, "We need this."

"It . . . it's the same . . ." I assumed he was referring to the human transmutation circle he studied so much.

"Hm, it's pretty close." I handed him the paper and pointed to his right hand, the one that held the stone. "I suggest setting that down. Unless you'd like to waste your brother's soul to draw a circle."

He glared at me and tightened his grip. "And how do I know you won't take it and run?"

"I have more class than that, Pipsqueak. And I have no intention of getting killed by you."

He seemed to agree slightly because he placed the stone on the counter. Although, as far from me as possible. He stepped to the middle of the room and after some adjusting, we got the circle down right.

I stepped over and plucked up the stone, holding it above his head. "Now, you have to listen to me or you won't be getting this back." He calmed down a bit. "Now, we're going to use this for the transmutation. I know-"

"What! No way!" He began to jump for the stone.

I jumped onto the counter to keep away from him. "Ah, remember: you don't get this back unless you listen." He stopped jumping, but continued glaring at me. "Your brother's soul won't be lost. It will either go into you or stay in the stone, which is yours when we're done."

Edward:

I dropped my head. He won't be lost? How can they guarantee that? What if he is taken into the gate? But . . . these guys had been chasing after the stone for years; they must have known a lot about it. If I was able find Al's soul among the others trapped inside, I had a chance of bringing him back. I could have made a better body to bind him to. One that wasn't as bulky. We could have maybe gotten our bodies back with what was left of the stone.

I looked up at him. "Alright, let's do this."