Across the room, Alphonse’s hollow armor clanked softly as he shifted. He didn’t have lungs to breathe or skin to feel the draft coming through the window, yet he was more "human" than most men Edward had met in the military.
"Brother," Al said, the metallic echo of his voice filling the cramped space. "The price is always high. But we’ve already paid the down payment. We just have to finish the job." Across the room, Alphonse’s hollow armor clanked softly
He looked at his automail hand—a cold, steel reminder of a childhood mistake. He wasn’t looking for gold or eternal life. He was looking for the one thing alchemy shouldn’t be able to touch: the warmth of a brother’s soul. "The price is always high
Since you asked for a "piece" based on this prompt, here is a short narrative reflection inspired by the themes of Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood . The Law of Equivalent Exchange He wasn’t looking for gold or eternal life