He's okay now, but... you saw the state his body's in. As payment for the transmutation, it took him away, body and soul. I tried to get him back when I woke up, but all I could do was trade my arm for his soul.

[He grips his arm habitually, eyes narrowing. Remembering that night - opening his eyes, the floor covered in blood, Al's clothes lying empty on the floor - is always difficult.]

You... remember the armor he wore around the village before? He wasn't wearing it. It was his body.