Especially strong drama.
All the alchemical skill in the world didn't matter, he was learning, when it came to something like this.
In the winter months the ground was too hard to dig ditches, so instead they chipped rocks.
Sweet nothingness, just feeling, no Stone, no pesky mental commentary or guilt, and just this goddamn sensation that eclipsed the sun.
That was when the nightmare had begun, when the world had become stone walls, sterilized laboratories, and lights so bright as to make little red capillaries snake across both boys' eyes.
If Al hadn't known how often the older boy feigned unconsciousness in order to stave off these visits, he might have been fooled.
Envy was no poet -- one could say that he lacked a poet's soul -- but he did recognize beauty when he saw it.
He would come to understand later that what she meant was, Iím stronger than you.
There was uncertainty in those eyes, and wounded pride, but there was no less passion, and therefore, Roy was no less terrified.
When he comes to, the blue light of the alchemical reaction is fading, and the air is thick with smoke.
An alchemical reaction of the most ancient kind: sitting down to eat as though filling the stomach could replace the gap in one's heart.
"You're late," Ed tells him flatly. "You should have been here one minute and forty four seconds ago."
There are some things that aren't to be tolerated.
As always, there was a spark of hope in the younger Elric's expression, and it dug its claws into him as it had every day for the past eight months.
Here's the game then: I'm gonna tell you what I want you to do, and you're gonna do it exactly as I say.
"You just can't get enough punishment, can you, you little masochist?"
Years later when they shipped him off on a belated honeymoon, Roy went without audible protest.