Wrath offers no resistance as he's pulled into the hug-- just goes right along with it. Sitting on a bed offers a less-clunky position to hug from than they'd had in the kitchen last night.

"... I know ..." Wrath says, a little muffled. But it's a profoundly different sentiment than old-Envy ever would have expressed, and it still hits, even through the figurative haze between Wrath's got between himself and the awful things he's describing. "I just... I just didn't want to see them keep killing themselves for each other..."

And that's the honest truth... even if Wrath had wanted to die, he'd still done it for the Elrics.

He's quiet for a moment, thinking about that.

And then when he next speaks up, there's a crack in his voice where there hadn't been one, as he'd relayed his miniature horror story of an end.

"I don't know if it worked... I saw the flash of the transmutation and then I was here. I don't know if he made it."

It's the first time he's addressed out loud just how recently it had happened. He hasn't been thinking about it-- he's been doing everything in his power not to think about it. Suddenly losing a little of his flat daze, he twists his head into Envy, shutting his eyes.

He won't cry.