He was a version of his brother if he'd grown up, but fainter, as though he'd been diluted in the bright light of the Gate.
It wasn't easy to imagine how he had been mistaken, because Al could swear that even from a distance, a hanged man looked very different from a tent post.
Greed reached out for whatever proved she was undeniably, unrepentantly alive.
And while he didn't know the Niisan that had been to hell and back again with a grin on his face, he knew his Niisan, and he knew that prison was not at all where he belonged.
Her original name had been Mary, like the mother of Jesus, and Hohenheim had found that noteworthy; something to comment on, if only in passing.
What things Envy learns of his master's nature, of his future and his past alike, are those things which he has divined on his own, and nothing more.
Ed's arms swept out, taking in the street and the buildings, the grass and the trees and the sky -- "the world and our own minds to understand it! That's all!" Isn't that enough?