"I told him to," Wrath is quick to add. Even in his daze, he can hear that familiar note of anger in Envy's voice, however subtle. His own mildly-hurt feelings towards Al aside... he's not going to lie. Alphonse had never wanted to hurt anybody. "It's why I waited until we were all the way in the city to say anything... I hoped that way, he wouldn't argue with me."

Without even necessarily realizing it, his own voice had gone up a note or two-- trying to be reassuring. Somehow.

"Gluttony was a surprise-- and even with him there, Alphonse still wouldn't do it right away. It was almost too late."

Lifting his automail arm, Wrath points at the port where it connects to his shoulder, then a couple spots on the elbow joint.

"The automail was nearly torn out-- it was broken here, and here. And even if it held... Gluttony's teeth had already broken my spine into two pieces, in my skin, and pushed all my blood up through my throat. In another minute the rest of me would break in two too and then he'd be able to escape the circle and kill Al. I had to scream at him, to make him hurry. He didn't want to."

Only a Homunculus could say something so ghastly and look so sure that it was going to make the listening parties feel better at the same time.