“I’m the emperor. I could have a dozen alkahestrists on my doorstep tomorrow if I wanted. What I need, I only trust a couple people with.” He was being cagey, and Alphonse knew it. “Get to the point, Ling,” Al said, exasperated. Ling’s mouth quirked briefly in a smile, but he remained serious in tone. “I want you to help me bring Greed back,” Ling said, as though he were commenting on the weather and not talking about something that had haunted him for years. Alphonse stared at him, wide-eyed. A piece of eggplant slipped out from between his chopsticks and splatted on his plate.

if I want to read the content I want to see in the world, I'm gonna have to write it myself. please enjoy my "here's how greed can still live" agenda <3