The get-together of getting there can be painful, except for when there’s soup.
It's a paradoxical situation; Alphonse is closer to Edward than he has ever been, yet somehow he feels as if they don't know each other at all.
Someone had clearly forgotten to tell Roy that he was much better at starting fires than stopping them.
“The General,” I answer. “He resigned his rank and got a transfer. They sent him up North. He’s alone there. I couldn’t talk him out of it.”
Now the eyes were dull, the gold frosted, and bitter lines caged his mouth.
"They're human chimeras, Mr. Elric. Children, primarily, and they're violent."
“I’ve never seen an alchemist who didn’t need to draw one of those circles,” he complimented, in a tone just shy of cooing. “You must be pretty special.”