As Envy elaborates, Wrath's droopy not-fully-charged expression tightens up a little bit.

Oh...

And speak of the devil, the worm of guilt he's carried ever since that horrible day wakes up too, and leisurely begins to writhe.

"... That... was 'cuz of something I did, though," he mumbles, casting a sheepish look up at Scar. As though apologizing for his own perceived innocence. He may not have been the one to erase Gluttony's mind, but...