Edward listens, nodding in agreement to what Levi says about war. He felt that way too, like he was simply a pawn for some general sitting far back from the front lines. He knows too about the futility of all of it, how it felt to be ordered forward into the jaws of almost certain death.

"So no one knows who the convoy is following?" Edward doesn't like the sounds of that. "How does anyone know they can be trusted?"