Envy's primary focus right now is Wrath, and he does seem to take a breath as the description goes on, keeping his own anger over it under control. But he does take a moment to look up and check Scar's reaction--he is a human, after all, and even if he's seen some shit Envy isn't entirely familiar how he'd react. When he doesn't look like he's having too difficult a time hearing it all, Envy's eyes go back to Wrath. His mouth is set in an unhappy, protective sort of scowl. He nods at the emphasis on Al not wanting too, to let Wrath know he understood the 'reassurance'.

Okay. Okay, so even without memory, Alphonse hadn't done what their father had, hadn't treated Wrath as some disposable thing. As a convenient loophole to gain without sacrifice.

He still hates that Wrath ended as...as material, even if it was willingly (an entire other can of worms, although at least it isn't a surprise). Ironically, his thoughts on alchemists aren't too much different than Scar's are right now. God, but he'll never stop hating that they were always nothing, not people, not anything worth more than what an alchemist allowed.

It had clearly been an awful death all around. Envy is suddenly even more grateful that Wrath had come back here and that it hadn't been his true end. He gives into one more impulse, which is to tug Wrath closer into an actual, tight one armed hug, tucking his head down to nudge his forehead on the top of the younger homunculus' head, muttering.

"You're still worth more than a sacrifice. You are."