Al.

You think we can afford a vacation sometime?

You know. In theory.

AL! DAMN IT, WHERE ARE YOU?!

I almost had a freakin' heart attack.

NOT GOING TO GET MARRIED EVER.

You Are Strength

You represent both fiery energy and steadfast will. You are innocent and naive - yet unafraid and undaunted. Perhaps you don't have the most powerful physical strength... But your mental powers make up for any amount of muscle. Your fortune: Lately, you have been a pillar of ethics and moral strength. And while things may be difficult, your faith in yourself will come through. You may need to conquer the animalistic nature of yourself or others, with gentle force. Although this may seem like the darkest hour for you, victory is near.

I can live with that.

Edward? Was not looking forward to this.

But, it had to be done.

He'd deal with Tucker for as long as he had to, so he could learn about the homunculi and... maybe respectfully... let him deal with the new Wrath.

So, he waited, arms folded, standing in a secluded little field.

It was a rush home from the Nexus; perhaps once upon a time, Ed would have been dragging Al along, but he expected now that Al would keep up just fine. His brother had matured quickly and well (and also had developed a bigger backbone, wtf).

Edward? Was keeping his temper barely in check. But he was definitely furious.

"Dante fucked with his alchemy."

That much was obvious between them.

"Did Greed let her?"

Ed was sure he must have. Idiot.

Immediately after he left the Nexus, Edward was in a hurry for privacy. He didn't want to openly express his grief, his brain BREAKING, or... no, it was his time. He'd be fine by himself for this. Really.

Barely getting to his room, he fell onto the floor and screamed, tears hot and running down his face.

Mom...

The Nexus had good things. Like Hughes, seeing everyone when they were in different worlds, things like that...

The Nexus had heart-wrenching things, as well.

Nexus. That place.

Worlds connect to it, all kinds. Not just the two I know. Different Edward Elrics. Different Alphonse Elrics. Different... everything.

Hughes is alive there. A plus.

Everyone mentions my height. Not a plus.

Two Bradleys, neither good. Three Envies, can't stand any of them. A Lust or two. Damn, it's like some homunculi convention!

...The little boy. Wrath. ... I don't know what to do about him. Feel sort of bad for snapping at him.

I need to let all this sink in. Ouch.

And research on it. That'd help.