Especially messy medical procedures, incest, necrophilia, extreme torture, and other cringe-inducing taboos.
Al himself had asked for nothing, except the one thing that Hohenheim wouldn't give him. Freedom.
Ed meets his eyes, holds them, and then -- slowly, painfully, but deliberately, traces his free hand in a line across his throat.
If Al hadn't known how often the older boy feigned unconsciousness in order to stave off these visits, he might have been fooled.
Here, in this place where eyes were all but useless, hearing could be confounded with the sensation of touch.
Edward needs pushing. Hohenhiem wants to push him with his own two hands — to touch.
He’s killing his brother slowly, but he has already promised to do it quickly; what does it matter?
Envy would never let him forget that the price of pride was destruction, and that those who infringed upon God's domain were damned.
Ed tosses four sausages at once into his mouth and swallows almost without chewing, shooting Al a smug, triumphant grin.
"It's not that easy, Roy. You see, it's my fault he is this way. He honestly doesn't want to hurt me. He loves me..."
"Have you ever thought about becoming a daddy?" Wrath said.
I've never regretted keeping you, Envy.