"Oh, it figures," Al spat, crossing his arms. "I forgot. Since you're best friends with Brother now, of course you'd take his side."

But the irony wasn't lost on him. He'd just told Greed about he was too troublesome for anyone to want him around, and here the Homonculus was, telling him to get out. The armor hesitated, then made a sound that Greed probably hadn't heard before. It started as a quiet keen, but gained volume as it reverberated inside the empty shell of his body. Al might not have tear ducts or excess moisture in his body, but his soul could still cry.

"I'm going to die. Probably in a few more months, a-and everyone's forgotten about me."