Hey there, Iris. Winry says I shouldn't talk to you.

She says you'll have a bunch of profilers and analysts picking up clues about my surroundings and my plans and my character based on things I say.

She's right. I shouldn't talk to you. But, I don't know.

It feels wrong to be this involved with someone I've never spoken to.

Even after everything was Zachary, that still feels wrong.

It feels wrong to hate someone this much when I've never met them.

Truth is, I don't really understand.

I just know I have an urge to talk to you. So let me tell you about my day, Iris.

Let me tell you about who we killed, you and I.

This is Spines. I'm I'm There's a lot about the last year or so that's been surprising.

In the short time since I came into this world, I've found out about the seekers

and their plans for improving the human race. I've learned about the splinter and their

quest to speed up that process, regardless of the results. I found out that it's theoretically

possible to awaken every hidden power in the human genome at the same time.

I've seen terrifying and amazing things.

I've fallen out of love with one person and into love with another.

I've seen too many friends die.

But nothing, absolutely nothing I've seen in my time on this planet,

is as surprising as the decision of some gifted people to work for the splinter. The idea of

gifteds working with people who kill an experiment on their own kind, all for the benefit of

normals. Even knowing what they do, there are still

gifted people who work for them, for you. That I don't understand. Or at least I didn't understand

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