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