Slinking closer, Roy took a deep breath and then another.

You got respect when you were the Flame Alchemist, but it was nothing compared to a man with claws and the will to use them.

Roy looked down at his coffee, but he'd stopped letting Hawkeye make it, so he couldn't blame it on that.

Where the loss of ignorance is more valuable than the knowledge gained, and Edward figures out the source of alchemy a lot sooner than before. "Edward has cockroaches under his skin and leeches in his veins. He's vibrating and bursting and his body is too small, too big, doesn't fit quite right. He needs Al to know - needs to tell someone, anyone, but he will cut out his own tongue before he burdens anyone else with this knowledge."

Bleeding freely doesn't seem to inhibit Roy's talent for driving Ed insane.

"It has been brought to my attention that I want to have sex with you," Ed said aggressively.

Edward grabs Marcoh’s arm and says, “That stone – what can it heal, exactly?” The old man’s eyebrows rise to his forehead, and he looks like he already knows the answer when he goes, “Why do you ask, Edward?” There's no metallic footsteps so there’s no way Al’s close enough to hear them. “I’m sick,” he admits after another moment of deliberation.