I... didn't realize that binding parts of my soul to so many different things would be so tiring! At least it's all back together again, and I'm only a bit tired.
But, I'm sorry, Pride-san. The nurses don't want me to let you out until almost everyone's better. They say that you were a hazard and that you were stalking people...
I think you need a bit of variety in your life, Pride-san. Brother would hate to think that he's going to end up with a one-track mind and--
...I guess you're more like Brother than I first thought.
Edward-san, Alphonse-san, are you both alright?
I'm so tired... But they said that it would be dangerous for me to sleep right now, so I'm trying my hardest to stay awake.
I don't want to think about Brother, or Pride-san. I don't want to think about what Brother did to become Pride-san, I don't want to think about what the other Homunculi did to make Brother Pride-san, and I don't want to know what father did.
I just... can't stop thinking!