A 15-year old Edward and a 14-year old Alphonse walked along a dirt road. They were off to see Colonel Mustang in his office. It's only been a day since the boys had exposed Cornello of deceiving the townspeople of Liore. And since then, Al has been thinking of his deceased sister, Myra, more than usual. There was just something about Rosé that reminded him of her. Sure, Myra didn't really look anything like her and was a lot stronger than Rosé, but she seemed so kind and gentle... just like Myra.

"Hey, Brother?" He asked his older brother who walked a few steps ahead of him.

"Yeah, Al?" Ed replied nonchalantly with his hands behind his head as he walked.

Al tried to get the words to come out, but for some reason it was difficult, "Um, do you think that— I mean, did Rosé remind you of Myra... a bit?"

Ed immediately put his arms at his side. Opening his eyes that had just been closed, Ed turned his head to look at his younger brother, decreasing his walking speed in the slightest, "Huh?" he asked.

"Well, um, I was just thinking of how she kind of reminded me of how Myra... was. I mean, she was kind and loyal to the ones she cared for, just like Sister."

Ed turned back around and closed his eyes once more. "No. Rosé didn't remind me of her." was all he said as he continued walking.

Alphonse stayed silent until his brother spoke up a few seconds later, "Rosé's nothing like Myra. Myra was strong. No matter what was thrown at her she would always stand on her feet, especially when it involved the two of us. Heck, even when Mom died she was just as devastated as we were, yet she did everything she could've done for us at the time to make sure we were well." Ed looked down when he finished as Al recalled the memories.

Al remembered full-well the day the Colonel told them that Myra had died. It was one of the two reasons Mustang had come to Resembool in the first place, the other being to find the 'skilled alchemist' he had heard about. Shock and horror had filled the two of them upon hearing the news that couldn't possibly had come at a worse time. Ed's eyes had dulled even more, if that was even possible, as silent tears leaked from his eyes and showed no sign of wanting to stop. Al on the other hand, could not cry due to being a soul attached to a suit of armor, no matter how much he wanted to. Memories of Myra had filled his head and the realization that she had met the same fate as their mother made him want to scream.

Apparently, there was an explosion at an abandoned factory. And Myra who had just escaped from her captors had hid in there. It's suspected that her captors had then decided to get rid of her and blew the whole factory up. Who kidnapped her or why she was kidnapped is still unknown.

It took a bit of time afterwards, but once both boys calmed down and Mustang had offered them a chance to get their bodies back, a new fire seemed to burn in one boy's eyes.

There wasn't a day that went by that neither boys didn't once think of their mother or sister. But they were both gone and there was no bringing back the dead. Now they just wanted to restore their bodies.

There is no going back, that's what they told themselves the day they left Resembool.

~Flashback~

A warm light illuminated the surrounding area. If it weren't for the moon or the stars, it'd be the only light till morning. The heat radiating off did little for the two boys watching their house burn down on that chilly October night. Once precious items, and a place to call home that once held such fond and happy memories burned before their eyes as Ed tossed his lit torch in the flames. 'We can't go back', was the thought that ran through their minds. This was a reminder for them.

They're dead...

Mom...

Myra...

Why couldn't you stay? Just for a little while longer?

Why wasn't it meant to be?

The two brothers, who had lost their dear mother and beloved sister at such young ages, wanted to get their bodies back, wanted to get things back to the way they were, didn't want to lose all that they had left... each other.

I need to make this right, because of me you have suffered.

I was supposed to protect you, my younger brother.

Al, I was a fool...

Van Hohenheim. Their father who just up and vanished. No one knew if he was even dead or alive. But to Ed, it didn't matter. He had left their mother for so long and didn't even bother to show up to the funeral.

Hohenheim? Who needs him?

No more will they see their mother's smile or look to her for comfort. She won't be there to provide the motherly love that every child deserves. The way she was proud of her children whenever they practiced alchemy, the way she giggled at their antics, can never be heard again.

I dreamed of bringing you back, which made me blind.

Now my brother is with a soul but without a body.

The fault is mine, I'm sorry, Al.

There was no longer an eldest sibling that both boys could rely on. One who would help them with their alchemy and play with them tirelessly for hours. One who'd always look out for her younger siblings. One who loved to laugh and rarely ever frowned.

Where we go from here is up to us.

Will we ever forget and forgive?

They're gone... forever.

Now all we can do is live.

Trisha and Myra may be gone, but they'd want both Edward and Alphonse to continue living happily. And the two boys knew that they had to, not just for their mother and sister, but for each other too.

The past is in the past, but we're both to blame.

Nothing can erase what we did but,

I'll make it right.

Al, I swear it!

(A/N: Ed's thoughts in italics are based off of "Brothers" by Vic Mignogna who, in case you didn't know, wrote the song for Ed and Al's characters.)