All a very neat, very efficient system, Kessler thought; raw material and outgoing product in perfect balance, a regular production line built into flesh.
Ed began to understand why some people talked to themselves.
Sometimes it was easy to forget she was a conscript. Other times, it was impossible.
Breathing. Fuck, he did it every day of his life, why was it so hard all of a sudden?
He thought, for a fleeting instant, that he ought to feel some kind of guilt—but he couldn’t muster any.
Ed woke up slowly, and wished he hadn't.
Edward would speak to him, eventually. Any good dog would, and despite his obstinacy, the child could be trained.
"Apparently their mother never cautioned them to stay away from strangers with cars."
One never grew entirely accustomed to having nightmares, Ed had found.
The resemblance to the first set was so uncanny that had he not known better, Ling would have assumed she was a twin.
There is only the Now, with Them, although They have not come for a long time.
I've never regretted keeping you, Envy.