Everything — Ed's wishes, his remaining dignity, even his trust — was going to have to come second to Ed's life.
They were not used to being alone and when they were together they were not.
Nobody knocks at their house; there is only one person who ever comes and Edward doesn't need to knock.
Once Envy could have killed Al with the mere scratch of a sharp black finger against those thick bloody lines.
Alphonse might not have been attractive in Envy's eyes, but what he currently represented was.
"I know, I know, the deal is whoever's on bottom gets to pick your shape, but really, this is ridiculous."