1st Photo [Voice]
[The forge clicks on by accident as if someone is playing with it. Because, well, he is. They certainly didn't have technology like this in Amestris in 1914.]
--no blood, no wounds. At least they saw fit to give me my uniform and knives.
[Some rustling as he digs through pockets]
OH! MY DARLING ELICIA! MY BEAUTIFUL GRACIA! They even left your pictures with me as well!
... I wonder if someone thought to bury me with a camera.
[Another pause, as now he's moving around the room]
Huh.
You know, I never thought that whatever happened after you died would look like this. A little apartment, some ominous mist...
--no blood, no wounds. At least they saw fit to give me my uniform and knives.
[Some rustling as he digs through pockets]
OH! MY DARLING ELICIA! MY BEAUTIFUL GRACIA! They even left your pictures with me as well!
... I wonder if someone thought to bury me with a camera.
[Another pause, as now he's moving around the room]
Huh.
You know, I never thought that whatever happened after you died would look like this. A little apartment, some ominous mist...