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[exeggutorhead]

"Hey, this is Envy. I'm busy or not around, so say whatever you want here and I might get back to you about it."

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[exeggutorhead]

[He's quiet again for a minute, trying to think of what to say. Because it's not like the reasons he'd hated them before truly apply anymore.]

I...they had everything I could never have, that's what it was before. Hah, I was envious. But now...that's not really true anymore. I have everything, here. I still hate what that bastard did, what they mean, but...that's him.

The thing with Sloth...she was like me. She didn't want the memories either, she just wanted to be her, and she hated them for making her. She was only four years old, it's...bad, when we're that new. It's too close, it all gets set off too easily, and our master made it worse. They made her remember, and she wanted them gone.

[His teeth grind.]

Ed wanted her gone, too. She wasn't who he wanted, so she was just a thing to get rid of. And I guess...Al didn't fight back until she was going to kill them, but even then it was only because he wanted her to be just like his mother. Ed showed up looking to kill her no matter what she did. It's easier to kill us than deal with us, that's how it always is. Hell, Wrath wasn't even in our group yet and his creator still tried to kill him the second she figured out what he was.

[He squeezes her fingers back, almost painfully without meaning to. His other fist is clenched too.]

I hate that we don't get a choice. I hate that when we do try to choose different, it makes us nothing.

I don't even know what I hate about Al anymore but I hate that and he's part of it.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[It's not often that Envy offers a lot of words about his past. Heather knows better than to interrupt him.]

[So she just listens. Nodding every so often-- and luckily refraining from flinching when he tightens his grip on her hand. Being the champion of Overdoing Handshakes, she's got a decent resistance.]

[Once it seems like he's reached the end of his train of thought, she lifts her free hand to stroke his arm gently. When she speaks, it's with carefully measured words and an understanding tone.]</sub>

... I think that if my dad had been fifteen when he got me back... he'd have tried to kill me, too.

_{[It's not dismissing what Envy said-- not at all. The somber look on her face is more than enough proof of that, because as always, this new information about the Homunculi resonates on a very personal level.]}