Jonathan felt cold, and numb. Kill? Was that what he said?

“I am going to kill him,” Alphonse restated, as if he could hear Jonathan’s thoughts.

“Wh-What? We have to do what?” Jonathan stuttered.

“I’ll admit it won’t be easy, but…” Alphonse let the sentence trail off.

“Slow down,” Jonathan urged, pressing his hands to his face, shaking. “Can we not…can’t I just leave?”

Alphonse shook his head ...