Why do humans have the ability of alchemy? They're weak; pathetic; murderers and abandoners of homunculi; discriminators.
I had killed people for the pleasure of it. The race doesn't deserve to exist.
They create us miserable beings and leave us without a second thought.
And most hated of all humans, the two who are responsible for most of my siblings' deaths, are the same two who are world renown for their alchemy.
Even though I know how evil humans are, I can't help but...
Why must I torment myself? At once, I'm jealous of those alchemy-doers who I must work with constantly. Who don't know a fifth as much as I do about alchemy. I'm angry at them. I'm appalled by them. I hate to be around them. And, I wish I was one.
--End Chapter--
I forgot about this little fic. ^_^" Next chapter's nicer, by the way - he talks about someone he loves.