Even as Envy had spent this entire morning hoping that Wrath had survived whatever had happened when he and the remains of Gluttony had fought one another, some part of him has known better.

That part gets stronger the more Wrath speaks. He finds himself tensing, practically holding his breath as the story continues towards its inevitable end, the possibility that he really hadn't wanted to consider.

"He transmuted you?"

It's an impulsive question that he hadn't been able to help; it feels like cold static rushed into his head at the thought. His voice is low and nearly flat, save for a note of swelling anger.

Wrath had always been so, so frightened of the Gate.

Hollowly, some part of him notes that it must have been the same transmutation. They'd met their ends at the same time, a world apart.