He looked at his automail hand—a cold, steel reminder of a childhood mistake. He wasn’t looking for gold or eternal life. He was looking for the one thing alchemy shouldn’t be able to touch: the warmth of a brother’s soul.
Across the room, Alphonse’s hollow armor clanked softly as he shifted. He didn’t have lungs to breathe or skin to feel the draft coming through the window, yet he was more "human" than most men Edward had met in the military. He looked at his automail hand—a cold, steel
"To obtain, something of equal value must be lost," Edward whispered, his voice cracking. Across the room, Alphonse’s hollow armor clanked softly
"Brother," Al said, the metallic echo of his voice filling the cramped space. "The price is always high. But we’ve already paid the down payment. We just have to finish the job." "Brother," Al said, the metallic echo of his
: The core is the unbreakable bond between Ed and Al.