Alphonse Elric | Izzy
"Three years? I can't be here three ye---oh. Really? How does that even work?" he tried to fit his brain around it, until he realized. Equivalent exchange. Of course. This way nothing would have to go to their universes.
He snapped his fingers as he realized it, and clapped his hands together after they shook, and a small rose formed, carved of glass with the liquid of his drink inside it still, forming pools of color.
"Thank you. For you, Izzy, for making me realize it would be okay."