I hate this place. I hate it. It's impossible to try and remain optimistic.
People dying, being attacked by horrible creatures, living in fear and knowing that there is practically nothing you can do to help...I don't even have a good supply of automail here! Only those pieces that Al found. There was danger back home, but at least it was home. It was familiar. And at least I could help there.
I want to go home. I really, really just want to go home.